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Back with new chapters for 2022 @sins-week! This year, the sins have colors! See if you can spot them in my chapters.

I won’t be posting on time for every day this week. Case in point, this is Sunday’s theme on Monday. I tried, but I got a lot going on. For those of you not in the know, I’m expecting a new Shnugg in October. I’m almost done but the newest pregnancy symptom is swelling in my feet, hands, wrists, ankles, and up my arms and legs. This isn’t a big deal except I have carpel tunnel in my right arm that hasn’t bothered me FOR YEARS until now! So, every now and then (like with sleeping, writing, or reading), my hands go numb. It’s a fun experience let me tell you... So I’m getting things done as fast as I can and hoping I can get enough done beforehand to schedule things (on Patreon and Amazon).

I hope you all enjoy! Have a great day!!!

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We had a picnic in bed. I wore Inuyasha’s shirt, and he wore briefs; that was the dress code for our meals. He watched me with a glint in his eyes since I woke up in his arms, making me squirm. It wasn’t until I finished the melon bread and apple soda that he jumped me. His shirt remained on me, pushed out of the way just like his briefs as he slammed into me. His thrusts were needy like we hadn’t made love a few hours ago twice. He was proving what he said earlier; he would never calm down when it came to me.

I was finishing up, calling out Inuyasha’s name while he continued to pound me, coming a few strokes after me, when the hotel phone rang. Only two people had the number and knew we were there; Miroku and the Priest. Inuyasha was still on top and inside me when he grabbed the receiver and awkwardly held it to his ear.

“Yeah?” When he twitched, I had to assume it was the priest since I imagined Miroku wouldn’t have Inuyasha’s cock dancing inside me. “We’ll be right there. And Priest…you can perform a marriage too, right?”

I didn’t hear the answer, but the way Inuyasha smirked down at me, I was pretty sure it was the answer he wanted.

We dressed quickly, and Inuyasha stopped me just short of the door to kiss me hard one last time. With the door behind me, I twisted into him to get as much of him as I could. My ragged breath met his lips when he pulled away an inch to speak. “This time tomorrow, I’ll be a free man.”

I giggled, “no, you won’t; you’ll be married.”

“Keh, marrying you, Kagome, is a privilege, not a punishment.”

I grabbed his collar, twisting it in my fist, “I’ll remind you that you said that later.”

“I won’t forget. Let’s go; our future ain’t gonna wait forever, baby.”

We walked hand in hand up the steps since Inuyasha wanted to carry me. Not that I minded holding his hand; I just didn’t want to be carried again. He could do that later; now, I wanted to get his curse removed. I had a pit in my stomach that made fear rush through my bones. I didn’t know what, but something wasn’t right.

Nothing seemed out of place. Suikostu was there, in robes with a few others beside him. The two young men at his sides looked like kids, but their eyes held the wisdom of someone older than me.

We left the setting sun behind us, Inuyasha fidgeting with nervousness. I smirked to hide my own nerves. “Having second thoughts?”

Inuyasha stared at me for a moment, then grinned, “I told ya, never. I’m worried cause tonight is a new moon—my first one since the curse. I’m not sure…how I’ll feel. It’s been a while since I’ve been so weak.”

I cupped his cheeks, “I’ll be with you. It’ll be fine.”

He grabbed my elbows, “you’re right.”

Then he kissed me, the sweetness of it making my legs shake. Someone cleared their throat, and we popped apart. “Come here, Inuyasha.”

Suikostu and his priests were ready, the room filled with white candles burning. They were the only light as the door slowly shut behind us, and Inuyasha moved to the center of the room. My belly twisted with ill-ease, watching as Inuyasha knelt before the altar at the front of the room. It reeked of sage, and Suikostu didn’t waste any time. He began chanting in a language that wasn’t Japanese or English. If I were to guess, I would say it was Latin. I caught bits here and there, like “Damon ir-peat calidoos”. It didn’t sound good, and the younger priests were swaying with the incense they burned.

Inuyasha fell to his hands, nearly bowing to the men in the room, and I could see the sweat on his brow and back. It seeped through his shirt. I barely took a step when Inuyasha held a hand up towards me, stilling me from running to his side. His reassurance did nothing save keep me still, my stomach in knots. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but my back and feet ached when the men stopped moving. Suikostu fell to his knees in exhaustion, and I dropped to Inuyasha’s side with worry. He wasn’t moving around as I felt he should be.

A few rushed heartbeats passed, and Inuyasha finally sat up, looking around until his cloudy eyes landed on me. He gripped me hard like I would disappear. “Did it work?”

“I don’t….” My voice caught as the color drained from Inuyasha’s eyes. His hair was black at the roots when I glared at the priests, “what did you do?!!”

Inuyasha grabbed me harder, twisting me back to him. “They didn’t do anything wrong—the sunset. I’m human. Which also means I’m free.”

There was movement behind us but my focus was on Inuyasha. He was weak, from the loss of powers or the process of freedom. Either way, I had to help him to his feet, getting his arm around my shoulder and both of us hunched. We faced the Priest and his followers. Suikostu was on hands and knees while his helpers grabbed at him. Something grabbed at my stomach again, making it twist with apprehension and worry.

“Suikostu? Are you . . . alright?” I squeaked.

Inuyasha had an arm loosely around my waist but at the sound of my fear, he squeezed me. Tighter still when Suikostu began to laugh at the ground. “Am I . . . alright?”

His head popped up and Inuyasha wrenched me back. Suikostu’s eyes were red. And not from stress or crying, they glowed like Inuyasha’s did when he was mad. Only I didn’t find them comforting and pretty like I did Inuyasha’s. Even human, Inuyasha growled. “What the fuck? You’re a human, a Priest!!”

Suikostu chuckled, lifting himself off the floor. And I don’t mean standing, he was floating an inch off the wood. His arms outstretched, he was every bit the intimidating demon I had read about and seen in movies. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, Inuyasha. A chance to get my revenge on the man that killed my family . . .”

“We told you,” I screamed, “it wasn’t Inuyasha!”

“My master wouldn’t lie!!” Suikostu yelled back, the walls shaking from his words.

“Your master?” Inuyasha breathed.

We didn’t have a name but we had a clue. The person that framed Inuyasha had to have been Suikostu’s ‘master’. But who the hell was that??

Suikostu’s eyes fell on me, staring hard as if to look through me. “I never thought I would have this opportunity. To kill the one that loves Inuyasha?” Suikostu laughed hard and dark, “who would have thought a hanyou would ever find anyone to love him? An abomination?!”

“Shut up! Inuyasha isn’t . . .”

Inuyasha squeezed me to the point of pain this time and I looked up. Fear covered his face as he looked -frozen- at Suikostu. “You’ve only dug yourself deeper. Kagome Higurashi, the love of Inuyasha’s life. The only thing that would make this sweeter is if I’d married you first. Oh well, it’ll hurt just the same!”

Inuyasha was pushing us towards the door, forcing me ahead of him. It was dark, no lights on at the shrine and no moon to shine on our path. Screams forced me to turn and look back but Inuyasha kept shoving me towards the stairs. When he stopped, I turned, finding something blocking the way. It towered over us and I stepped back into Inuyasha, my back hitting his chest.

The world spun as he put me behind him. I gained my wits and grabbed the back of his shirt tightly in my fists. My nails dug through the material and into my palms. It was still too dark to see with the shadows of trees blocking more light but what was in front of us was big and covered in black smudges. When it laughed, I realized it was Suikostu.

The man had somehow grown from a small Priest to a large beast. He still looked human and if it was your first time seeing him, you wouldn’t think there was anything wrong. But I knew because I had met him before he changed. And Suikostu was twice the size he’d been less than five minutes ago. When he stepped out of the shadows, revealing that the dark smudges were blood, Suikostu was truly a demon.

“I don’t understand,” I shouted from behind Inuyasha, “you were human! Inuyasha couldn’t have been wrong?”

“I wasn’t.” Inuyasha spat. “He was a human. This had to have been buried inside him somehow.”

Suikostu grinned wickedly and my feet felt numb. “The night you killed my wife awoken this part of me.”

“I didn’t kill your wife!”

“LIES!” Suikostu’s eyes flashed and I yanked on Inuyasha to be quiet. “Master told me the truth and when I found you covered in blood, her blood, I cursed you. And cursed myself at the same time.”

“How?” I screamed, wanting to know but also wanting to delay. “How is it that you were human moments ago if you became a demon back then??”

Suikostu began studying his hands and I noted the blood that coated them. “I died. Then I was reborn. Human again but locked away inside was the me you see now. I suppose I should thank you, Inuyasha. Gone is that weak and pathetic man. This is the second time you’ve awakened the true me.”

“Oh yeah?” Inuyasha growled, “then you can thank us by letting us go.”

“I’m not that grateful,” Suikostu huffed, “and Master would be pissed.”

“Who is your Master? Who do you work for?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t get an answer. But I still hoped for a clue.

Suikostu looked at me, his eyes burning and his lips sneering. “Someone more powerful than your lover or me combined.”

That didn’t sound good. I yanked on Inuyasha again, wanting to run, but where could we go? We would have to bypass the stairs and run down the hill through the woods. With a death grip on Inuyasha’s arm, I ran the hardest I had in my life. Suikostu didn’t move which told me one thing, my plan of escape was no good.

Inuyasha figured it out too, waiting until we were deep in the dark blanket of trees before stopping. We both huffed, falling over to catch our breaths. Inuyahsa fell to his knees and I quickly grabbed him to get him back up. “Come on, we need to keep going.”

He looked up at me, his dark eyes shining with a painful smile on his face. “No. You have to keep going. I have to stay here and keep him from finding you.”

My mouth dropped open as I looked back at him. Part of me knew he would say this, try and sacrifice himself. But it still shocked me when Inuyasha actually said. Then it enraged me to the point that I saw red. My labored breathing wasn’t from running, it was from the anger that fueled me as I pulled my arm back and slapped Inuyasha’s cheek hard. His face went to the side and I didn’t wait for him to recover.

“You asshole. How dare you try to leave me. Were all the promises you made me lies to get me to sleep with you?!”

I knew better, I did. But like I said, I knew Inuyasha would pull this stunt and I was ready with whatever it took to get him out of his self sacrificing bullshit.

He finally turned back to look at me and even without his demon, his eyes glowed with his grimace. “You know I didn’t. That I would never do that to you.”

“Oh yeah? The hanyou said those things to me, not you. Now, you’re free and everything has changed.”

Inuyasha jumped to his feet and loomed over me. “You’re damn right everything has changed! I have no strength, nothing, and a demon has targeted you because of me!”

He kept his intimidation tactic up, shifting his weight back and forth as he glared down at me. My hand print was still on his cheek so it was hard to feel anything but fear. Not that he would hurt me but that he would die for me. “Let’s think about this,” I whispered, “how does this work for you? You stay and die and I go on living without you? You think that’s fair?” He huffed and turned away so I continued. “And after I mourn you and move on. I meet someone new, fall in love, marry him and have babies with . . .”

I didn’t get to finish, Inuyasha grabbed my arm hard and dragged us both in the right direction. He said nothing and quickly picked up the pace. I was wondering how much it mattered, with the ‘break’ we took and being slow humans to a merciless demon, when we found the street. The stairs to the shrine were near so we hadn’t gotten to far away. But Suikostu was nowhere in sight. There was no way it was this easy.

We made it back to our hotel unscathed and I had questions. How were we alive? Untouched? The dark haired Inuyasha made rough movements around the small room, going to the window to glare out of it. He spoke to me but said his words to the darkness beyond the glass. “What now?”

I shrugged, confused and unsure. “We go home?”

“I am home.”

Still at the door, I leaned against it and hoped it would support me when Inuyasha inevitably pulled the rug out from under me. “You’re going to stay here in Tokyo?”

“I’m free now, to make my own choices. And this is the only place I know. This is my home, Kagome.”

Inuyasha was still looking out the window so I looked at my hands. They shook and I gripped them together to try and stop or hide it. And failed. “It’s your choice . . .”

“You should go to your home. Back to where we met.”

“And what if I choose to stay?” The shaking in my hands traveled higher, feeling Inuyasha’s eyes on me now. “If it’s about choice and freedom then I don’t want to go home . . . not without you.”

Movement drew my attention, watching as Inuyasha turned from the window and stalked towards me. By the time he reached me my shivering was all over. I had to lock my knees to keep from falling before him. He outstretched his arms, placing his hands on the door beside my head. I grabbed onto him, using his shirt to try and steady myself as I felt my world begin to crumble around me. Inuyasha didn’t help me, watching as I feel to pieces. This was what broken love was like? Because it was enough to make me never want to love ever again.

“It’s safer for you to go. To leave without me.”

His dark eyes bore into mine and anger swam to the surface of my cracked heart. “That’s so stupid. Why is it when there’s trouble, the macho male lead always makes the weak female leave?”

“Huh?”

For a moment I forgot who I was talking to. “Why do men think that women are a burden instead of a partner?”

Inuyasha’s sights dropped to my mouth, “because you are.”

I huffed, “screw you.”

“Any man that tells you otherwise doesn’t love you as much I do you.”

His cheeks darkened but Inuyasha didn’t move away from me and he didn’t hide. It didn’t make what he said any less frustrating. “Are you saying that loving me is a burden?!”

The straight and strong arms that held Inuyasha at a distance cracked, lowering himself closer to me in slow motion. “Yes.” I turned away from him but he still dug a hand into my hair and squeezed tightly. “You’re a weakness. I could send you away, tell anyone who asked me that I didn’t love you. But it would be a lie. And I would always think about you, dream about being by your side. I would wonder how long it took for you to move on and marry someone else . . .”

“I’m not going to do that,” I spat, “what kind of person do you take me for?!”

His other hand joined in holding my face. He didn’t force me to turn or look at him, Inuyasha stroked my cheeks that were wet. “The kind that has enough love for everyone. Someone who’s heart is big enough to love someone like me. It should be easy for you to move on. To love again.”

“I don’t want to feel like this ever again.”

With that, Inuyasha pulled me from the door and against him instead. My arms wrapped around him on instinct, gripping the back of his shirt. He still held my head, cradling me to his chest so I could feel his words against my chapped cheek. “It won’t feel like this. You won’t have to run for your life from the next man you love.”

There was a nasty taste in my mouth and vomit in my throat at the thought. “You don’t know that. I could meet a psychopath.”

“Ah fuck, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Inuyasha went quiet and I was able to hear the eratic beats of his heart. And then I noticed the shake in his hands on my face and hair. I slowly turned, finding no restraints on my movements. Inuyasha’s face made my heart stop because he was crying. Silently and gently but the tears were there. I never imagined him the type but I’d also never thought of him as a human.

He sniffed and I falttened my hands, pressing them into his shoulder blades. “There’s another possibility,” He blinked down at me, not a single attempt to wipe his face, “that they come for me anyway and kill me. You’re only human tonight so we have to survive and fight another day. Together.”

“Together?”

It occurred to me then that Inuyasha hadn’t considered it. At no point did he think we would stick together through this. I pushed on him without knowing what I wanted to happen from it. “I thought you wanted to marry me?!”

He shook, shaking me with him as he shivered hard. “More than anything. But that was before Suikostu changed and put a black mark on your head. And it’s all because of me. You should want nothing to do with me even more now, Kagome.”

Inuyasha had been a slave for centuries. Treated as worthless, abused, assaulted, and so many other terrible things I could barely stand to think about. It was going to take far more than one night to wash all of that out of his mind. All I had was a lifetime and I wasn’t sure that was long enough to show Inuyasha he was worthy of life and love.

This time, when I pushed on his back, I had a purpose. He ducked down a little while I pushed up, brushing my lips across his as tenderly as possible. Inuyasha whimpered, holding me to his mouth with the hands he had on my face as he exploded on me. The need within his kiss was different than before. It wasn’t hunger, it was too gentle for that. This was a need for comfort and I supplied it without protest. I let Inuyasha press us into the door and his body against me. I twisted to meet his body, rolling and wiggling to put myself in the most comfortable position possible. We were going to be here a while.

My hands slid down until I relaxed them on the waist of his jeans. Inuyasha’s hands didn’t move but his mouth did as he continued to mold mine to his. Memorizing the shape and size of one another, I was sure I could recognize Inuyasha from his kiss alone from now on.

Hot spit remained on my upper lip, Inuyasha placing a final wet kiss before slowly pulling away. The distance was short but there were more important things than reassurances and pleasure. “How do we get home? I don’t have my jinni powers anymore.”

I pushed Inuyasha back just enough to reach into my pocket, pulling out the passports. “All we need are these . . . and some money.”

A lot of money actually but we would have to rely on Miroku again since I was without any means. I wasn’t sure we could get through security with just passports alone. I didn’t have my driver’s license and Inuyasha looked nothing like his picture while human. I didn’t know how Miroku got the picture of Inuyasha and I didn’t want to know. It was bad enough to have the fake passports.

Inuyasha eyed the small wallets carefully in confusion but I would have to explain on the way. Something he got without a word from me, pulling me from the door to stand behind him before opening it a crack. It was pushed wide by someone else and a gasp hiccupped from me when Inuyasha pushed me back so hard I fell on my ass.

Suikostu was on the other side of our door.

He didn’t hesitate to backhand Inuyasha, sending him flying over my head and deeper into he room. I didn’t have time to worry over Inuyasha, Suikostu was hovering over me in a blink. My breath caught in my throat and Suikostu smiled with malice down at me.

Inuyasha groaned so I knew he was alive and awake. It was why, when Suikostu began to bend over me, I shouted as clearly as possible at him, “this isn’t your fault, Inuyasha. You didn’t do anything to deserve this and I will always love you.”

He growled behind me and scrambled to his feet. I closed my eyes tight so I didn’t have to watch my death. My hands went out on instinct to hold Suikostu back. I felt him touch my hands with his chest but the pressure disappeared in an instant. Not understanding, I slowly opened my eyes. Had I died so quickly that I felt nothing? No, I was still alive but somehow, Suikostu was in a wall. He groaned and moved so he was still alive too. Inuyasha was at my side, scooping me up in his arms. He planned to run but I knew we wouldn’t make it a second time.

Suikostu fell from his dent and the blood on him this time was his own. I watched in awe as he began to shrink, getting back to the size he was when we met. His eyes were to the floor and he shook and rubbed his head with his fist only to look up at me in bewilderment. “How did you . . . it doesn’t matter, time is limited. I don’t think I can hold him back for long. You two need to go.”

Suikostu was human again, staring at the two of us like we were the ones in the wrong. As much as I wanted to understand there was no time or choice, wrapping my head around the fact that Suikostu had been a demon and now he wasn’t was all I was able to do before Inuyasha hauled ass out of the hotel.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Inuyasha was whispering but yelling at the same time, growling under his breath.

My head spun in confusion over so many things so all I could answer with was, “tell you what?”

“That you had powers? That you could purify a demon?!”

“What are you talking about?”

My vision was swimming in red, and Inuyasha was already too freaked out for me to mention it so I freaked out inside in silence. His questions weren’t helping but he wasn’t stopping. “Suikostu was already going to kill you out of bitterness. Now, he and any demon that can will try to kill you out of revenge.”

Inuyasha was scaring me and for the first time, he didn’t seem to care. “I don’t understand? What did I do, what am I?”

His eyes danced to mine but he never slowed, running with me in his arms to anywhere but where Suikostu was. Inuyasha did take a moment to rub me with his thumbs as best he could, trying to calm me some. It all told me what he said next would only be worse. “You fought against a demon and knocked him back on his ass. Because, you’re a miko. A threat to all demons. And now, there’s an even larger target on your back. Either they will want to kill you or take you from me because no way anyone will be happy with me having a miko by my side. Malice or envy, we may never be able to stop running.” He looked down at me with a sad smile, “I thought you could see my ears because you were my master and then I thought it was because you loved me. Turns out, it’s because you had the power to see past the glamour. I should have known, I’m so sorry, Kagome.”

“Sorry?” What did he have to be sorry about?

“This is all my fault . . .”

“If you’re going to keep up with that shit then there’s only one way to make it up to me.” Inuyasha turned into an alleyway, leaning into the darkness and finding my eyes in it. “You can never leave me. You can’t talk about it or think about it ever again. We need each other whether you believe it or not, I need you Inuyasha.”

He was slow to respond, nodding carefully down at me. “Til death do we part.”

#inuyasha #sins week 2022 #inukag #jinni trope #hanyou in a bottle #romance #fantasy #inuyasha fandom #inuyasha fanfiction

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nako-doodles · 2 years

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Seokjin’s really embodying the guy in math problems with all the strawberries and watermelons he’s buying just so he can share with everyone 🥺

how do i become part of the problem and subscribe to jinnie's mailing service of melons and berries?

#pls good boi jinnie sending his members fruits is my fave trope #ans

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torialefay · 3 months

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You Know Whose You Are 👀

hyunjin x gn!reader smut

✨ friends to lovers trope 🔞

✨ request: "Hi!! For your smut prompts can I pls request Hyunjin & 24 (Hyunjin being the jealous one)? Maybe enemies to lovers or friends to lovers scenario? And for the actual p-in-v part can he fck reader holding her up against the wall (like her back against the wall and legs around his waist position)? Sorry if this is a lot, I’m on my period and I’m having many specific thoughts lmao. Thank you!! 🥰🤍" -anon

✨ word count: ~3.5k

✨ warnings: porn with a plot; minors dni!

• you and hyunjin had become close friends quite a while ago.

• he quickly became one of your closest friends after you'd met him in a bookstore after first arriving to korea.

• while keeping your eyes fixated on the rows of books next to you, you accidentally ran straight into his chest.

• after quickly apologizing to him, you both struck up a conversation about your favorite books & authors. you had no clue who he was, and he liked that about you.

• a real friend.

• since that day, you'd messaged back and forth a lot, hung out almost on a routine basis, and made lots of fun memories.

• after a while, you eventually found out he was an idol (it was bound to happen with his weird "work schedule" he always had), but it didn't matter. he was the same hyunjinnie that you'd built a solid friendship with over the past few weeks.

• but that was the problem- you didn't want it to be just a friendship.

• and who could blame you? hyunjin was the most amazing, kind, intelligent person you'd ever met. you had more in common with him than even your very best friend. it was only natural to develop those feelings for him.

• but you knew the feelings weren't reciprocated.

• he'd never made so much as a subtle hint that he was interested in you as more than a friend... and let's be honest, he was basically the most wanted guy in all of korea. how could you compete with all these other beautiful people?

• so you didn't even let your mind wander to that extreme. you accepted the fact that he'd be nothing more than a friend to you, no matter how much you knew it could have worked out.

• "my best friend", you'd learned to teasingly call him. and soon, even you started to believe it. only that.

• one day, you'd gone over to hyunjin's apartment. he mentioned that he wanted to repaint the walls in the living room, so you offered up some of your free time to help him out.

• it wasn't super often that you came to his apartment. only a couple of times. you'd usually only gone out to do things together like go to a new art gallery or to grab coffee and talk about life. cutesy little things.

• you weren't the most familiar with his apartment, but that didn't matter much as you quickly settled in. you placed your phone in the kitchen to blare music, then headed to the living room to help coat the walls with a fresh set of paint.

• it did take a bit longer than you thought, but you didn't mind. when you and hyunjin were together, you always had fun, taking little jabs at each other and laughing to funny stories you had. the time always seemed to melt away.

• after a couple of hours, your playlist turned off. you guessed it had run out of songs.

• "jinnie, could you get a new playlist going on my phone?" you held your hands up, covered in paint. "i think it'd take me a while to do it."

• he laughed, realizing how messy you were compared to him.

• he didn't need to say anything, just got up and walked over to the kitchen, which was only a few steps away.

• as he went to tap the screen, a notification popped up... from one of hyunjin's life-long friends.

• the two of you had met a week or so ago when hyunjin invited him to go to a poetry reading with the two of you. his friend, ha-joon, wasn't necessarily as into the activity as the two of you were, but hyunjin felt bad canceling his original plans with him when he'd found out the event was happening and really wanted to go.

• and now... he was texting you?

• he read the message as it splayed across the screen:

Ha-Joon: Excited to see you tomorrow :) What are you doing?

• it's not that you were very enamored by ha-joon when you first met, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. plus he was friends with jinnie, so you figured he couldn't be too bad. when he messaged to ask if you'd be interested in going out with him, you thought you'd give it a shot. it's not like you had any other romantic prospects.

• "what's your password? i'll flip to a different playlist," hyunjin raised his voice, trying to act non-chalant. he silently thanked the fact that he was just out of sight.

• "2-7-4-4-1-2" you said back to him.

• he quickly scrolled through the playlists and chose one, letting the music blast through the speaker once again.

• "i'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?" hyunjin lied, going to open up the messages on your phone.

• "yeah, i'll take a water if that's okay?"

• "sure, i'll get it in just a sec." he started to sound nervous as he clicked to ha-joon's name on your phone. dang, texts going back to the beginning of the week. he quickly scrolled through to find quite a few message exchanged between the two of you. he scrolled back to the conversation that started last night.

Ha-joon: This might be a little bold, but I'd really like to get to know you more. Not just through texting. Would you want to grab a coffee sometime? Just you and me?

Sure! That'd be really fun :)

Ha-joon: Are you free sometime tomorrow?

I'm not really sure yet. I'm going to help Hyunjin paint. How about we just plan for the next day?

Ha-joon: Sounds good to me!

Ha-joon: Hyunjin will be okay with this, right? With us meeting up?

I don't see why not. He'd probably be happy about introducing us!

Ha-joon: Okay, I just didn't know if I should let him know or not is all.

Ahh that's okay. I don't think we need to rope him into any of this unless things go well between us ☺️

Good plan. I'm excited to see you!

Same here :) Text me tomorrow and let me know where you want to meet up.

Will do! Sleep well 😊

• hyunjin felt his heart break. he knew he had no right to. but he couldn't help it.

• of course he harbored feelings for you. how could he not fall for the one girl he ever felt like truly "got" him?

• but he hadn't wanted to tell you. not yet. he didn't want you to think that was the only reason he kept hanging out with you. he genuinely LOVED being around you. he was himself when he was with you. and he was so scared he'd lose that if he told you.

• but he hadn't said anything. so he couldn't be upset.

• he mentally kicked himself for introducing you to ha-joon.

• he thought on it for a bit as he reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you. he quickly exited out of the app as he rested your phone back on the table to play the music.

• the upbeat tunes coming out completely mismatched what he was feeling in the moment.

• he stood for a moment, then walked back to the living room, where he saw you sitting cutely on the floor, knees bent criss-crossed as you painted the bottom of the wall carefully.

• suddenly, he started to think about how lucky he felt with this sight in front of him. and how he didn't want another man to be able to see you like this: hair tied up, sitting contently on the floor, completely covered in paint, looking so happy just to be there while bopping your head to the beat without a worry in the world.

• he wanted that. he wanted you. and suddenly, he saw red.

• he leaned against the door frame, now subconsciously squeezing the bottle of water in his hand.

• "y/n, can you come over here for a minute?" he said, voice now full of authority. his face looked annoyed, as he looked off, not able to focus his eyes on you.

• you looked at him confused for a moment, then carefully stood up, walking over to him wondering what was wrong all of a sudden.

• "what is it?" you asked, looking up at him innocently. you could tell something had him deeply bothered.

• his jaw clicked for a moment before he finally looked at you.

• "why didn't you tell me you were going out with my best friend?"

• the question caught you off guard.

• "were you going through my phone?" you asked. you didn't mean to sound accusatory, but that's how it came out.

• "i didn't mean to, but there it was." he looked down at you, not backing down.

• "i mean, yeah, he invited me to get coffee... is it a big deal? i thought you'd be happy if maybe we started seeing each other."

• "well, i'm not."

• "look jinnie, i'm sorry. maybe i should have told you, but i didn't think you'd care. surely he's a good person if he's your friend. and i'd like to think i'm a good person, so it just-" suddenly, he cut you off.

• "it's not about being a good person, y/n!" he began to raise his voice. "what about me?!"

• "what about you?" you asked, voice full of confusion.

• "i like you, goddamn it! give me a chance, not him!" he was full on yelling now, pressing himself up against you. suddenly, you felt small, but so fucking smitten at the same time. hyunjin actually liked you? this whole time?

• your head started spinning. it was just... it was a lot. you began to slowly move back from him a bit.

• "jinnie... i don't... i don't know what to say."

• he followed your path, pushing his body forward toward yours. you were about to be trapped in against the freshly painted wall behind you. you had no where else to go without ruining the wall.

• "say you'll let me take you out. not him." his eyes were trying to tell you something, but you couldn't quite pinpoint what. you'd never seen him like this.

• "i can't just do that to him... i mean he's your friend and i don't want to make things weird and i didn't know you even thought about me-" you were just rambling at this point before hyunjin cut you off.

• "i don't give a fuck if he's my friend. i wanted you first." he pushed his body right against yours, your front feeling him completely. he aligned his face perfectly in front of yours.

• "for how long?" you asked meekly.

• "since i first saw you." he let his eyes wander down to look at your lips before coming back up to focus on your eyes.

• being so close to you, he lightly closed his eyes, letting his lips linger next to you. "give me a chance first. if you don't like it, you can go to him... but i want you more than he does. i promise you that."

• goose bumps popped up along your skin. you couldn't believe he was actually into you. it was actually such a shock, you almost didn't even let your mind think on it. you'd wanted it so bad and suppressed it for so long. you didn't even know what to think. so you remained quiet, just pondering on what you could say.

• "let me show you," he whispered into your ear, getting too impatient to wait for your response. "let me show you how good i could be to you."

• again, you couldn't muster up words. you were so shell-shocked, you didn't even know where to start.

• he leaned into your ear, his breath hot over top of you.

• seductively, he whispered into you, "just tell me to stop," before planting a slow kiss to the side of your neck, at the sensitive spot right below your ear.

• you let out a slight moan at the unexpected sensation. you felt the hairs on your body start to stand up.

• hyunjin smiled and moved his small kisses along your jaw and cheek, then planting straught onto your lips.

• he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, running his hands through your hair until he was holding the back of your head in one hand and squeezing your jaw with the other. he wanted full control of you.

• he moaned as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, giving him access to enter inside your mouth too.

• as you smiled into him, he walked you back until you were pressed up against the wet wall. to hell with it.

• you continued grappling at each other, shoving tongues down throats like horny teenagers. you couldn't help it. this was all you'r ever wanted.

• until you started feeling hyunjin slightly buck his hips into yours. you felt his bulge grind the tiniest bit against you, turning you on with the gentlest touch.

• he let out a small chuckle as you moaned at the sensation.

• he kept sucking on your tongue, harder and harder as he more fervently grinded himself into you. you could feel him getting rock hard against you. and fuck did it feel so good. you couldn't help but pant, and run your hands along his body, desperate to grapple onto whatever you could.

• you pulled on his collar, pushed your hand up his shirt to run along his abdomen, tugged on his waist band- anything and everything you could cling to in order to feel closer to him.

• and he reciprocated fully. he moved his hand around your jaw to secure your face down against the wall, pinning you back hard. his mouth never disconnected from yours as he used his other hand to run along your body. down your neck, around your boobs, down your stomach, down to wear he ground against you, hoping to make brief contact with you before taking his hand around your waist to grab your ass.

• you moaned loudly as he shoved his tongue deep into your mouth and grabbed a handful of your ass with a harsh squeeze. the slight pain felt too fucking good to not yell out about.

�� your noises only agged him on more.

• he pulled his mouth off of yours for a split moment.

• "let me take these off?" he asked hungrily, pulling at the top of your leggings.

• you didn't have to respond, you quickly yanked the fabric down, along with your underwear and ripped them from your feet and to the side.

• he smiled down at the sight, loving how willing you were to give into him.

• he connected his mouth back to yours as he followed suit and hastily unbuttoned and slid down his pants and boxers.

• when he was done, he grunted as he felt himself now unclothed, finally getting some friction against you.

• you couldn't contain yourself as you heard him grunt for you. you quickly pulled your hand up to your mouth, spitting into it quickly before bringing it back down to stroke hyunjin's cock.

• "ah fuck," he let out, letting himself grow harder and harder. this was the hardest he'd ever been.

• a wave of aggression came over him as he started to feel territorial. he brought a hand around your neck to give it a tight squeeze.

• "faster," he instructed. he reached his hand down to toy with you too, slowly working up pace.

• you felt yourself becoming more deprived of oxygen as you pumped your hand along him, going down to his tip. when he wasn't satisfied, he rested his forehead on yours and began thrusting his cock into your hand, throwing out grunts as he went. he kept working at your hole until you were lightheaded and writhing underneath him.

• he smiled and let out a little laugh as he released the pressure from your neck to let you gasp for air. you felt light-headed and needed to come back down. but hyunjin didn't let up.

• "let me fuck you." it was more of a demand than a question, but you didn't fight it. you slowly nodded from underneath him.

• he swiftly rand both hands down to your waist and then around your ass until they were resting behind your thighs.

• "jump," he instructed.

• you weren't sure about this. you'd never done it before. you were scared you'd fall and ruin the moment, but you decided to just put your trust into it. pushing your back against the wall, you threw your legs up as he guided them and secured them in place around his hips. he made sure to support the rest of you by keeping your back pressed tight to the wall.

• he used one hand to guide his dick to your entrance before steadily thrusting himself inside. it took your breath away at the sudden stretch and feeling of him inside of you. he didn't give you very much time to settle into it though as he started to fuck into you. hard and steady.

• his hand came back up to support under your thighs, securing you on top of him and pushing you back so your head was almost slamming into the wall as he pounded into you.

• you felt so good around him. so tight. squeezing onto him for dear life.

• he hungrily brought his mouth to your next as he sent fast, angry strokes into your. he guided his tongue around, planting sloppy kisses and fast, violent bites that made you scream out. he fucking loved it. he wanted to hear you scream. make you forget about any other man.

• "that's right baby, scream for me. you know whose you are," he growled. he was fucking you so hard you thought you'd pass out from the overstimulation of it all.

• you kept moaning for him, not knowing how to do anything else.

• before too long, you felt yourself start to pant harder, feeling hyunjin hit just the right spot. you started to grow warm inside, getting your breath taken away with each pounding.

• "jinnie," you breathed out, finally opening your eyes to see him with his eyes hyper focused on you, like he was ready to attack at any moment.

• you could only breathe heavily before repeating his name again. "jinnie, i'm gonna cum." you felt yourself reach a breaking point. it was coming. now.

• "that's fucking right. you're gonna cum for me right now... it's just me from now on. only me." he growled, fucking himself into you faster. "cum on me right fucking now!" he ordered, ramming into just the right spot to send you over the edge.

• you gasped as you threw your head back, beginning to spasm around his cock.

• "ahhh fuckkkkk, just like that," hyunjin mimicked you, throwing his head back now too. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathed out, slamming into you faster than ever.

• "ughhhhhhhhh," he yelled as you felt him release inside of you. you could feel yourself still shaking around him, not being given any sort of break.

• as he finished out his high, you wiped at the few tears that had built up in your eyes from the overstimulation.

• once hyunjin was done, he slowly lowered your legs off of his hips and set them back down on the floor, keeping his cock resting inside of you as he put you down.

• with you both now panting and trying to settle down, he just brought both hands up to cradle the sides of your face. he pushed himself a bit deeper inside of you, just enjoying the feeling of resting within you.

• he smiled down as he planted a soft kiss to your forehead.

• you smiled back up at him, placing your hands on his chest over his heart.

• "i think this is how we're meant to be," hyunjin said in a low voice.

• "i think so too," you grinned.

• he kept planting tiny kisses onto the same spot of your forehead. "tell me you aren't still going with him tomorrow."

• "of course not. i know whose i am." you gave him a quick wink.

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sunboki · 9 months

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"Can you kiss me?" ⎯ a short Hyunjin fiction

Hwang Hyunjin x gn. reader

• trope. best friends to lovers, comfort

• word count. 0.75k

• warnings. almost smut(nothing detailed), reader’s drunk & wears makeup, dubcon

Hyunjin who, on his saturday night, did not expect to find you stumbling on his doorstep, wasted beyond belief and definitely not in the shape to be out alone so late.

Regarding your mumbling with a cocked brow, the man crosses his arms, nose wrinkling at the smell of alcohol attached to your clothing.

“Uh… You good there?” He questions, aware the answer is definitely no by the look of your smudged makeup and off-balance figure.

Carefully maneuvering you inside without falling over yourself, your best friend finally takes you into his arms, gently leading you to his bed.

“There we go.. Almost there—“ He mutters, helping you hop on the comfy mattress. Propping a pillow behind your head, you find yourself unconsciously leaning into him with your face smushed into his chest, basking in the warmth he emitted.

As for Hyunjin, he’s stunned seated on the edge of the bed by where you sit, freezing when you press against him.

Truth be told, you’re absolutely adorable all cozied up, and if his face didn’t give it away, his rampant heartbeat would.

Eyes dazed as you blink at him, you grace a sleepy smile, admiring the gorgeous man before you.

“Jinnie, I missed you today..” You murmur, and he has to crane to make out what you said, fingers softly threading strands of your hair away from your face. Abruptly, he halts, unable to contain the wobbly smile dancing along plush lips.

“Yeah? I missed you too,” Hyunjin responds, titling his head to fixate on your sweet face.

Testing the words on your tongue, your fuzzy mind debates on speaking up, phrase dancing so delicately on your tongue. Testingly.

“Jinnie,” You repeat, voice barely a whisper. “Can you kiss me?”

Now if saying you missed him shocked the man, asking him to kiss you sealed the deal. Taking a few moments to make sure he heard your right, he stops himself.

Sure he’s thought about it, but never actually considered it(or expected you to either). You’d always been friends, always been close, but never this close. So close, as he peers down at you, that he can see each individual eyelash decorating breathtaking eyes. So close that the urge becomes overwhelming. Because you’re so, so tempting.

He sighs, breath stifling in his chest. And although his control has always been impeccable when it comes to you, tonight, he can’t help himself.

So when your lips part once more, he leans down where you lay, gently tipping your head to the side to have easier access.

You taste of alcohol, and he decides if it were anyone else he would’ve jerked away. But it’s you, and he wouldn’t care even if there was fire surrounding your lips.

Pressing back into the pillow behind your head as he deepens the contact, you sigh between kisses, lips puffy and swollen from where he’s bitten and sucked.

Whining as he tugs on your bottom lip once more, your hands unconsciously find their way unbuttoning your already loosened top.

Quickly pulling away, he sends you a look reading “Are you okay with this?”, which earns frantic nods in return.

At the go-ahead, his fingers replace yours messily work the buttons of your top, small pops sounding between the sinful sound of your lips connecting and the soft whines uttered each time you both separate.

Arching into his touch while hot kisses trail down your collarbone, he attempts to lift the clothing over your head, both dissolving into laughter at his evident struggle.

That was until he became frustrated and resorted to pulling you into his lap instead, fingers dancing along the bare skin of your hips. Simply staying there, admiring you in your dazed glory along with his work decorating your neck, bitten lips and half-lidded eyes.

He can’t seem to get enough.

“‘Keep kissing me and ‘m gonna fall asleep..” As opposed to how much the situation had escalated beforehand, he can’t help but smile at your whisper, landing a small peck on the edge of your lips.

“Mmm, fall asleep when you want, love.” He assures, heart-eyed gaze soaking up the way you begin to sleepily rock.

Hands held in his on either side of you, your head eventually finds itself thumping onto his chest, fast asleep.

And despite how you’re half-naked, mere minutes from taking an entirely new step with him and looking worse for wear with dark mascara running beneath your eyes, Hyunjin’s certain he’s never felt more infatuated with you.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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stay-tiny-ville · 4 months

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Hwang Hyunjin

Summary ~ lovely boy :( (Or dating head cannons for Hwang Hyunjin)

A.N. - ONE MORE TO GO WHOOOOOOO

A.N. 2 - if my describing of your relationship growing up didn’t make sense I’m sorry I don’t know how to word it 😭😭😭

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Muse, love, beautiful, dove, love, angel, Cara Mia, mon Cher are a few names he’d give you def a lot of “my love”s in another language

Ive heard some mixed opinions (well not that many but a couple) saying that he would be reserved and only lovey behind closed doors

However i argue the opposite and agree with the positions on him being a true hopeless romantic at heart

Tall boy loves holding you as you sleep

Obviously wakes before you (Probably) with his horrendous schedule and just has a true “this is life, and i am living and loving being alive” moment when he just gets to look at you all peaceful and beautiful in his arms

Covers the corners of things with his hand so you don’t hit your head

Stfu he would paint you

Your hands, your face, you two together, or he would take a stab at paintings that are simply based on the memory/emotion but not paint the memory (like he would do that thing where people can see sounds and he would try to imagine your laugh and paint it-i'll die on this hill)

Taught you how to waltz anD DANCES WITH YOU ON THE BACK PORCH UNDER THE MOONLIGHT SOB

So dramatic like will burst into tears if he gets a paper cut or stubs a toe (i mean yeah it hurts but he’s dYING)

Unlike some of the members like Chan, he’s always with you, like you’re never alone and if he’s at rehearsals? Oh look, you’re here too. Meeting with JYP? Oh, can you come in too? He’s going shopping? He’s at the red carpet for versace? He’s-

You get it

Spiritually and physically attached

Spins you all the time

Context: every single time you come out of the bedroom after getting ready to go out or simply just coming out of the room he takes your right hand with his right hand and twirls you into his side before a required temple kissy and moves on/out the door

Required ritual or the world ends

I imagine you two as childhood best friends (yes, THAT trope) and i don’t necessarily think of it as one of you had a crush on each other as you grew up, you just grew up together in love as if it’s what you were taught to do

When you went to school and learned about the different types of emotions or had the healthy relationship talk you didn't think anything of it

I didn't know what love felt like until I turned 18 and you thought this adoration was a normal feeling

Until your friends talked about their lives and you realized most people don't have a bond like you do, most people don't feel like you do about your soulmate Jinnie

You didn't feel this way about the crushes you’ve had previously

Normal people don’t always put their one friend before everybody else

Either you went straight to Hyunjin and talked about it because you could talk to him about anything or not, he would realize the same thing, i can’t say if it was slower or faster than you, it depends i suppose

But i imagine the transition was just from the average hugs and hand holding and kisses on the forehead that were just normal things with no thought behind them became ones with love behind them

Puts you before himself

You’re cold means trade cold for his jacket he will suffer instead

You’re sick he’ll sacrifice his health to cuddle and coddle you all day long

You haven’t been eating well/at all he’ll give you his food after rehearsals

Lays his head on your chest

He’s baby :(

SLEEP ON YOUR CHEST AAAAAAAH

Like I haven’t thought about who cuddles how and who is big or little spoon but Hyunjin loves to just lay on your chest or lap

HES BABY

Please he’s dress you up in rich ass clothes even if it looks putrid together

The softest with you when you’re upset :(

Like you’d just not be doing too good be it sad or bad day and he could tell because you weren’t responding as energetically to his jokes and funny haha’s (please that autocorrected to Gaga’s) and his smile turns into a frown and he’d stop you from walking away by grabbing your shoulder that was farthest from him and turned you to look at him

When you kept your head low he ducked to meet your eyes and the sadness/tiredness in the made him sad :(

Takes care of you all day and sits with you on the floor in front of the couch on the fuzzy (I imagine white faux fur bc he’s bougie) rug

You sit in his lap facing him while his back is against the couch and he doesn’t break eye contact to let you know he’s listening so whenever you look back up at him from messing with his clothes he’s looking right at you

Please he’s so baby I could write so much more about hopeless romantic baby Hyunjin

ASO RQ I AM FOREVER OBSESSED WITH BOTH RED HAIR HYUNJIN (which is a trade of passage for Stays at this point) AND MAXIDENT TASTE (which is such a banger I will die on this hill again) SHORT BLUE HYUNJIN HAIR AAAAAAAH

N e ways he’s baby and so so lovely I love

#how many times did I say baby start a counter lmao #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fanfic #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #skz hyunjin x reader #skz x you #hyunjin x you

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bro-atz · 4 months

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ateez masterlist:

note: this should be a given, but with any of my smuts, minors dni

fanfiction:

♤ 1024UB — nsfw; choi san ♤ daddy dearest — nsfw; choi san (aubs, jinnie collab) ♤ irresistible — nsfw; choi san

series:

♤ bsitd series: mingi, seonghwa, yeosang, yunho — smut ♤ flower garden — fluff, angst ♤ prof. series: yunho (pt. 1, pt. 2), san (pt. 1, pt. 2), yeosang, seonghwa — smut ♤ superstar series: seonghwa, san — smut ♤ trope — angst, smut ♤ trope pt. 2 — fluff, angst, smut ♤ what's it like to fall in love...? — fluff, smut

oneshots, headcanons, drabbles:

ot8: ♤ frat bros!ateez: ♤ sweetheart — smut (pt. 1) ♤ candy — smut (pt. 2) ♤ flower garden — fluff, angst ♤ making partner — smut ♤ trope — angst, smut ♤ trope pt. 2 — fluff, angst, smut ♤ what's it like to fall in love...? — fluff, smut

kim hongjoong: ♤ friends to lovers to strangers — angst, smut (trope series) ♤ the shoe on the other foot — smut

park seonghwa: ♤ assassin!seonghwa: ♤ dancing with the devil — smut, angst (pt. 1) ♤ succumbing to the angel — smut (pt. 2) ♤ sub!hwa/dominatrix!reader: ♤ safe word: evergreen — ivy — smut (pt. 1) ♤ being sensual in the dark — smut (bsitd series) ♤ first thing in the goddamn morning — smut (ft. san) ♤ going insane — smut (ft. dpr ian) ♤ jealousy isn't such a horrible sin — smut (ft. san) ♤ mesmerized by you — suggestive ♤ persistent desire — smut ♤ sun's out — smut ♤ superstar — smut (ssatz series) ♤ tragic ending — angst, smut (trope series) ♤ violet crazy form — smut (ft. dpr ian, mingi) ♤ you've got me speechless — smut (alt. san)

jeong yunho: ♤ prof!yunho: ♤ principia — smut (prof. series pt. 1) ♤ opticks — smut (prof. series pt. 2) ♤ bottle service — smut ♤ calm down — suggestive (500 event) ♤ dream in a dream — angst, smut ♤ in denial — smut ♤ let's get physical, physical — smut ♤ unrequited love — angst, smut (trope series)

kang yeosang: ♤ miscommunication — angst, smut (trope series) ♤ off limits — suggestive (500 event)

choi san: ♤tattoo!san: ♤ all tatted up — smut (pt. 1) ♤ all tatted up— back tattoo — smut (pt. 2) ♤ all tatted up— new tattoos — smut (pt. 3) ♤ absence makes the heart break — angst, smut ♤ do you remember? — smut ♤ first thing in the goddamn morning — smut (ft. seonghwa) ♤ forbidden love — angst, smut (trope series) ♤ good knight — smut (500 event) ♤ hoodie season — smut ♤ jealousy isn't such a horrible sin — smut (ft. seonghwa) ♤ knots — smut ♤ let's get physical, physical — smut ♤ prelude in e minor — smut (prof. series) ♤ shit, this is red too — smut ♤ superstar — smut (ssatz series) ♤ work trips don't have to be boring — smut ♤ "you'll never be alone" — angst ♤ you've got me speechless — smut (alt. seonghwa)

song mingi: ♤ being sensual in the dark — smut (bsitd series) ♤ betrayal — angst, smut (trope series) ♤ evidential — smut ♤ otp — smut (500 event) ♤ violet crazy form — smut (ft. dpr ian, seonghwa)

jung wooyoung: ♤ absence makes the heart break — angst, smut ♤ amnesia — angst, smut (trope series) ♤ freesia — fluff (flower garden series)

choi jongho: ♤ concrete bear — smut (smt, yaya collab) ♤ don't cross that line — smut ♤ no. 1 — smut (500 event) ♤ star-crossed lovers — angst, smut (trope series)

headcanons: ♤ sleeping? spooning? seonghwa? — seonghwa (fluff) ♤ experienced — yunho (smut) ♤ chest = pillow — san (fluff) ♤ mingi hard hours #1 — mingi (smut) ♤ tattoos and a lawyer? — mingi (suggestive) ♤ yungi hard hours #1 — yunho/mingi (smut) ♤ ateez hard hours #1 — ot8 (smut) ♤ ateez watching indian movies with you — ot8 (...fluff?)

drabbles: ♤ "hi, cutie" — san (suggestive) ♤ the best friend — wooyoung (suggestive) ♤ vulnerable jealousy — jongho (suggestive)

#broatz masterlist

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mana-sputachu · 10 months

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Happy birthday Jinnie💜that trope it's him to a T, lol.

(His b-day comes from KOF ALLSTAR just like Xiao's, but since we don't have a canon one, I'll take it :p)

Pinned post (with commission infos and where you can find me)!

#tekken #tekken 8 #jin kazama #ling xiaoyu #hwoarang #my drawings #sketch #fanart #fanarts #do not tag as kin please

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luvrhyune · 2 years

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skz as kissing tropes/types of kisses they give 🙏

-; ✧˖*°࿐ KISSING TROPES . SKZ .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; your skz bias as kissing tropes !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; ot8 x reader !!

— warnings ; KISSING, fluff, idk man its kissing ??

— notes ; here u go gf <33

— notes ; thank u cielle for helping me with this luvie !!

masterlist.

— CHANNIE & KISSES EVERYWHERE !!

chan most definitely kisses you anywhere, any chance he can get.

hands, cheeks, forehead, temples. he will kiss you anywhere.

it’s mainly just a way for him to tell you he loves you when he doesn’t know how to express it.

— MINNIE & FOREHEAD KISSES !!

now this might sound bizarre, but i literally cannot imagine minho kissing someone anywhere other than their forehead.

it’s just so him? being able to hold his partner close and place a kiss on their head. it’s very discreet but so very loving?

you’re both in a very intimate moment, just holding each other. your foreheads a pressed together and you’re looking into each others eyes, and he pulls away to press a kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head.

— BINNIE & LIP KISSES !!

CIELLE ( @starseungs ) SAID THIS AND I COULDN’T AGREE MORE.

binnie is a certified lip kisser. certified lips man.

his favourite thing is to kiss you / make out with you and watch you try and follow his lips when he pulls away.

he can’t get enough of your lips seriously, especially if you’re wearing a flavoured lip gloss / balm / chapstick because he won’t stop kissing you.

— JINNIE & HAND KISSES !!

don’t ask me why i think he likes hands… i just do.

i just think that because he uses his hands so much he’s taken the time to appreciate them i guess??

and it’s just so easy for him to show you his affection.

you guys are holding hands? he’ll lift them up and press a kiss on the back of your hand. your hand is resting on his cheek? he’s kissing your palm. your thumb is brushing over his lips? best beLIEVE you’re getting a kiss there.

— HANNIE & HEAD / NECK KISSES !!

i don’t have to explain the neck one. we all know he’s THAT type of bf.

it’s just so easy for him to wrap his arms around your middle and pepper kisses across your neck and the back of your head.

and i think for the times hes just feeling lazy, and whats to laze around with you he’ll press absent minded kisses to the top of your head.

— YONGBOKKIE & KISSES EVERYWHERE !!

come on,, felix is so clingy & touchy and no doubt kisses will come with that.

even if it’s just a small peck, that man whats to kiss you everywhere.

his kisses are like,, a buy one, get one free thing honestly because you get an ‘i love you’ and a kiss to go with it.

— SEUNGIE & TEASING / NECK KISSES !!

THIS MAN IS A MENACE.

he’ll beg (he hates begging) for a kiss, go in for the kiss and then turn away at the last minute. and then make YOU beg for kisses.

he also really likes kissing your neck, JUST TO BE A MENACE.

he’ll kiss along your neck, get you all relaxed AND THEN BITE YOU ISTG.

— INNIE & GIGGLE KISSES !!

i didn’t know what these were until today 🫥

but our lovely i.n is a happy kisser.

he’ll kiss you and smile in between the kisses or laugh in between them.

you’ll never know if it’s because hes so happy to kiss you or if he’s thinking abt something stupid his members did but he will smile and laugh in between kisses.

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saintbryde · 5 months

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bound to the jinni | pt 4

Content Warnings | Tropes : breeding kink, noncon, dubcon, huge monster peen, somnophilia, sex slave and master dynamic, primal, dom/sub power exchange, squirting, creampie, fingering, bondage, drugged state from aphrodisiacs, instalove, raspberry sherbet flavored cum which is also an aphrodisiac

A/N : Please don’t use this as a reliable sex resource, the sex slave and master dynamic presented here is in no way meant to be a true representation of a healthy BDSM relationship

Parts: the end!

"Crawl," Varcan commanded, stationed at the room's center, beckoning her with a subtle motion of his finger. "And show me what's mine."

For the past week, Varcan had thoroughly trained and bred Heather to the point that she didn’t even know what day it was. Not a worry had entered her head. A routine had been established between them; every morning Heather would show Varcan every crevice of her body because it belonged it him.

And she loved the way it made her feel.

Having recently awoken, Heather’s dark unruly hair fell in cascades down her back and shoulders as she obeyed, moving on all fours before him, chain trailing underneath her.

Warm sunlight spilled onto her skin from the crystal window, and she sighed pleasantly, prowling around Varcan.

She held her chin high just as he’d trained her to, eyes never leaving Varcan’s face. Drinking in all Heather’s curves, a muscle in Varcan’s jaw tensed and he breathed a deep sigh as if he was composing himself. Heather’s eyes flicked to his cock, stirring to a slight erection.

Heather gave him an impish grin. Varcan’s eyes trailed her thick thighs, visibly taunted by their unblemished skin, waiting to be marked as proof of his ownership of her. He’d given her enough time between their sessions for her skin to heal of bruises and bites. And then there was her ass, which Heather perched right in front of Varcan once she’d done a full circle around him.

She glance up at him over her shoulder and gave him her best doe eyes, lowering her face to the floor. She arched her back, wiggling her ass at him.

Heather bit back a giggled that almost escaped her throat. From her low vantage point, Varcan looked more mighty and ferocious than he already was. The only evidence that he was truly affect by her submissive display was his fist tightening at his side, and his erect cock now bobbing before his stomach, streams of pre-cum dripping down the thick shaft.

“Do you see how much you turn me on?” He said halfway between a scoff and a laugh. It seemed Heather wasn’t the only one being tested this whole time. Varcan’s face was taunt, his eyes burning with horny resentment. “Ever since you first trapped me, all I could do was watch you—hunger for you.” His voice grew darker, bitter. “Knowing all those other jinni’s were fucking their Masters instead of being used for wishes…”

Varcan smacked Heather’s pussy so hard she squealed, covering between her legs.

Which earned her another hard smack across the ass. Varcan had fallen into a fiery trance, his palm spanking her nonstop while forcing her hands away from covering the hits.

“Ow! Master please stop.” She cried, feeling the red hot sting of her cheeks. Her legs buckled and now that she couldn’t hold her position for Varcan, he fell to his knees and forced her to keep her ass in the air for him as he spanked her pussy until she thought it was black and blue.

Once she stopped trying to cover herself, Varcan stopped the brutal spanking, panting heavily. “Good girl.”

Varcan had made her hurt just like Heather had predicted. But even thought tears stung the corners of her eyes, a deep primal part of Heather liked the way he made her hurt.

All she could do was stare at him.

“You okay?” He asked, holding out a hand as he summoned two long red ropes in a puff of magic.

She nodded, but then remember Varcan preferred Heather to use words. “Yes, Master.”

He instructed her to assume a kneeling position with her hands clasping her elbows behind her back. As Heathers eyes lingered on the rope, Varcan proceeded to expertly frogtie her legs and boxtie her arms. Her thighs started to ache with how long the precise knots took to make, but she held still for him until he was done.

Surveying his handiwork, he ensured Heather’s inability to wriggle free by tugging and testing the ropes. Heather now rested at Varcan’s complete mercy, utterly helpless on her knees.

Her heart raced as her voice came out in a breathy whisper. “What are you going to do to me, Master?”

“I’m going to give you a task.” He declared, savoring the mix of fear and reverence in her eyes as he tower over her, he caressed her chin. “Kiss the floor.”

The command confused Heather at first, but when she clumsily fell to the floor—unable to use her hands—she realized why. With her cheek pressed to the cushion floor, Heather caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror that lined the wall.

If she hadn’t convinced herself that she was his sex slave, this position screamed it. Heather’s shoulders and face were the only thing holding her up against the floor, and her feet were suspended in the air as her calf muscles were secured to her thighs by the rope.

It looked degenerate. Humiliating. Her core throbbed at the sight.

Heather blew strands of hair out of her face, catching Varcan’s dark eyes in the mirror. He raised a wicked brow, taunting her.

Right. She kissed the floor and looked to him for approval. “Good girl.” He said, smirking. Heather felt his warm hand glide up her ribcage and back. “This is called the CFM pose.”

Heather crinkled her brow. “What does that stand for?”

Varcan squeezed her ass cheek, and she sucked in a hiss as pain flared. “Come Fuck Me.” He forced her thighs open, and Heather gasped as Varcan dipped a finger into her pussy, teasing her. “It fits you perfectly, don’t you agree?”

Her raw, swollen pussy ached around Varcan, and Heather flushed. When she didn’t answer, he chuckled. She watched him in the mirror as he got down on his knees behind her and fisted his cock.

Varcan slapped the tip against her folds, Heather’s skin still sensitive from the spanking a shiver ran down her spine. But then he rubbed the tip up and down, stimulating her and spreading her wetness thoroughly.

Slipping the tip in, he began shallowly fucking her entrance. Never going the full length, just the head of his cock filled her pussy before it jolted out. Heather whined, her pussy pulsing.

“You sound like you want something.” Varcan teased.

“Why aren’t you going all the way?” She asked.

“You have to beg for it, little pet.” He panted, biting his lip as he pushed in again. “What is it you want?”

“Please I need you cock, Master.” When that answer didn’t satisfy Varcan, Heather scoured her horny mind for something more. “Please, Master I love the way your big cock feels in my tiny cunt, I need you to fuck me deep—“

His hips snapped into her, and Heather cried, her collar tugged back, forcing her head up from the floor. Through strands of hair, she saw Varcan in the mirror pulling the gold chain like a horse’s rein.

“I want you to look at me as you cum, pet.” He ground out, sliding all the way out until the tip and slamming back into her.

“Fuck.” His hard slow pumps were so brutal Heather felt her core tighten, ready to explode. “Yes, Master.”

She let Varcan use her pussy, moaning as she felt his cum dripping down her thighs. Combined with the pressure of the collar against her throat she felt light headed, her eyes glazed over and it was as if she was lost in trance.

“I’m going to blow my load in you so deep, my little pet.” Varcan panted, hips slapping against her tender ass. “You’ll be pregnant for years to come, like the brood bitch that you are.”

Heather had monthly shots, so there was no way she was getting pregnant. But the thought sent her over the edge and she backed up into him, body shivering with electrifying pleasure.

“Master.” Heather cried, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. “It’s too much.”

This time Varcan wasn’t stopping, and Heather became a bumbling mess. Groaning, he pulled back, watching his cock slip in and out of her wet cunt.

“Yes yes yes.” He chanted, his stomach taut. Suddenly, he leaned over her back, his palms resting on either side of her head. Hips now pinning her to the floor, he drilled into her at an even deeper angle. He growled into the back of Heather’s neck, his hips jolting to a stop as his cock throbbed inside her, spurting. The warm wash of his cum filling her to the brim made her shiver.

They stayed interlocked until they both caught their breath, Varcan slipped out of Heather causing copious amounts of his cum to leak out.

Heather wished she could have seen it, but the expression on Varcan’s face made her smile.

“You take me so well, pet.” He praised, stuffing some of the cum back into her pussy. “I think you were born to take this cock. No one else can.”

There was a weird sense of accomplishment in that. Heather had doubted herself, and expected him to hurt her with it. But surprisingly, it didn’t. In fact, no matter how used and bruised she felt, she still wanted more of Varcan.

He hauled Heather up into a kneeling position, and she felt like she was going to black out with all the blood rushing from her head. She slumped against Varcan’s strong body. “Get me out of these restraints, my whole body aches.” She commanded, knowing full well her knees, thighs, and ass would be killing her tomorrow.

Varcan smiled softly, unclipping her collar while he started to loosen the knots on her arms. “I’ll give you a bath.”

Clicking his fingers, a gold bath appeared. It was one that was deep and spacious, a great size to accommodate one little human and a huge jinni.

Once the restraints were off, Varcan lowered Heather into the bath like a fragile thing. The warm water smelling of roses with a layer of bubbles on top.

Heather sighed, her muscles relaxing. She closed her eyes and smiled. “Aren’t you hopping in? I think I might drown if you don’t.” Varcan chuckled before standing to get in behind her. “As you wish, my pet.”

Water overflowed as he sank down, but magically refilled despite there being no faucet. Living with a jinni would be quite convenient, Heather thought.

And as she laid against his chest, closing her eyes, Varcan’s heartbeat was like a drum against her back.

“It’s nice giving up control.” Heather murmured, reflecting on her time with Varcan. How terrified she had been at the idea of releasing him, to getting fucked and bred by him. Being his little sex slave felt like a fucking holiday. “I almost don’t want to leave.”

“When you leave, it doesn’t have to end.” Varcan said, smoothing his hands down her shoulders. He whispered against the shell of her ear. “I can’t set you free after getting a taste of that sweet pussy.”

His heart fluttered wildly at Heather’s back. A spiking heartbeat like that had to mean he was nervous, hanging on her every word. She tilted her chin up to kiss the side of his mouth, and smiled. “I want you to come home with me, Master.”

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skz-streamer · 6 months

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He Fell Harder

Simptober Romance Tropes M-list

Pairing: Lee Know (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Notes: im catching up dw!!!!!!

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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Meeting him at first he was okay, kinda cut off from others

somehow you kept seeing him everywhere

he was a friend of a friend but still, it was weird that the two of you just met everywhere

you ended up approaching him at after class one day

he was just standing in the hall but now that you were closer to him you realized that he was infact VERYYYYY HANDSOMEEE

approaching him he looked at you, not rlly any expression on his face

you wanted to ask him about something....but you had forgotten💀

kinda just an awkward stare between the two of you.

you needed to say something so you asked if he wanted to be (school) partners with you

he looked taken aback, after all the two of you literally knew nothing about each other besides a mutual friend

but he said sure

as time went on you realized he wasn't as cold as you thought

once you got to know him he was actually really sweet :)

and... not only did ur knowledge about him grow... buttttt so did ur feelings

although he didn't really seen interested in you... did he?

well believe or not that day when you had asked lee know to be your lab partner he was bouncing off the walls

he could tell that you liked him and as each meeting went his feeling grew more and more

he had never really opened up to anyone so you being a first really meant a lot to him

although he tried to keep his cool around you it was hard, you were just so stunning, your laugh, the way you dressed and carried yourself...it was so mesmerizing to him

he had texted you one day asking if you wanted to meet up but you didn't answer

he thought maybe your phone was off or something but you hadn't showed up for class either

he knew you wouldn't dip him, so what happened?

well it was quite dumb actually

you were sleeping and ended up rolling off your bed hitting the side of your head on your sharp ass nightstand and then falling to the floor

you woke up and brushed it off but when you woke up again a few hour later slightly lightheaded and with a red tinted pillow you headed over to the er

it was nothing serious just a few stitches but still, it meant you left leeknow too present the project all alone

and you felt horrribleeeeeee

somehow when you got back home that night he was waiting for you any your front door

you ran up to him and he turned around to look at you suddenly cupping your face

"are you alright??? I heard what happened"

"what how?" you were so confuseddddd

"doesn't matter, your okay right?"

your heart was fluttering as he brushed your cheek with his thumb and pulled you in for a hug

and at that point you just melted into his embrace

LEE KNOW CODED THINGSSSS

Not a lot of affection in public, almost like the calm bf and energetic gf trope

but once the two of you are at home omllll

back hugs galore and random kisses

like imagine ur just sitting on the couch, this man would just grab and turn you whole face just to give you a kiss on the lips

Ur up early making breakfast and he just walks out of bed and hugs you from behind😭🫠

Rests his head in the crook of your neck and starts to nibble at it

The sweetest thing ever in the morning

Like would literally be ALL OVER YOU

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soobnny · 1 year

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practice makes perfect — hwang hyunjin.

trope. best friends to lovers. fluff. just kissing.

synopsis. hyunjin stresses how important it is that you help him practice for his role in your university’s upcoming play, especially the kissing scene.

word count. 2.1k words

warnings. hyunjin overthinks for a moment in the beginning. nothing else.

note. hello hi, i’ll be busy with exams in a few days so i thought to post something before i disappear for around a week !! please enjoy :) oh n u can still send an ask to be added in my skz permanent taglist!

Hyunjin’s falling, straight into the fire, because now, the harsh pull of pressure is weighing him down — sitting on his shoulders and refusing to budge from its place.

When he had decided to audition for your university’s upcoming play, it had been something of mere fun — a passion he was (unseriously) pursuing. It’s not like he had time anyway, he had a lot of deadlines that were way on top of his priority list for him to be participating in something that would for sure take up hours of his days. Hours that he needed.

It just so happens that he likes the play, and knew a song or two to participate in the auditions. It wouldn’t hurt to try out for extra credit, right?

When he got news of his acceptance, Hyunjin was a little conflicted, but grateful for the opportunity. He does enjoy performing, and if his acceptance letter to play the main role in their musical wasn’t enough of a sign for him to maybe start pursuing it seriously, he doesn’t know what else could push him. Besides, he has been thinking about it for a while. Maybe it was okay to sacrifice a bit of his hours.

So, he was ecstatic, to say the least.

But now, seated on his bed at nine in the evening with the script in his hand, he’s starting to regret his decision. What if he wasn’t good enough for the role? What if acting has never been made for him, and he was right to treat it as a silly hobby?

Hyunjin’s thinking, I could’ve really used this time to start that artwork for my midterm project.

It’s nine in the evening and he’s preoccupied in his own thoughts. It’s obvious when Hyunjin’s nervous — you’ve known him for so long to consider yourself an expert in his not so subtle ticks. The light tapping of his feet, the constant running of his hand through his hair, the fiddling of his fingers and flipping of the pages without a single thought behind his eyes.

So, you swallow the thick air. Your heart physically cannot take the sight of him looking genuinely terrified and conflicted.

“What’s wrong?”

His head peps up at the sound of your voice, his smile a little too tight lipped for your liking as he shakes his head in response to your question. “Nothing’s wrong.”

And yet he doesn’t stop fidgeting his hands on his lap. You know him too well to not be able to notice.

“Cmon, you know you can be honest with me.”

With a humourless laugh, he sighs and takes your hand in his. He finds that holding your hand has always calmed him down.

Something in the way your hand feels, touching the palm of his makes him feel that the entire world is at his fingertips, and he can conquer just about anything. It’s become a habit for Hyunjin to call you backstage just before a performance so he can spend the time holding your hand, or when he’s about to submit an artwork.

Hyunjin still remembers how you held his hand for the first time, and how he spent everyday after that memorizing the feeling of your hand tightly intertwined in his.

“Are you second guessing yourself?” When he snags his bottom lip between his teeth in response to your question, you know you’ve hit the nail.

Hyunjin has always hated admitting his insecurities and was thankful you always understood without him having to tell you.

Without missing a beat, you lace your fingers with his and tug slightly to get his attention. He maintains contact with your hand, his nervousness speaking without words as he rubs his thumb in small circles against the back of your hand.

“Jinnie, you can do it. You know, I really wish you could see what I see. Talent and success surrounds you and encompasses the entirety of your life. And I will spend the rest of my fucking life reminding you that you’re so worthy and capable of becoming who you want to be.”

He lets out an airy laugh, his free hand balling up a fist to punch your shoulder gently.

You know he gets the message, though, when he brings your intertwined hands up to his lips and places sweet, grateful kisses on the back of your hand and a small ‘thank you’ is mumbled in between.

He’s really grateful to have you, he thinks. And it amazes him how the one thing that means the world to him fits in the palm of his hand in this moment.

“Okay, now let’s memorize these lines, yeah? Practice makes perfect.”

He whines when you let go of his hand, but swallows it down anyways. You were right, he did need to practice, and there’s still time to hold your hand later and tomorrow and the day after that. So, he nods, getting back up to his feet, script in one hand and the other motioning for you to get up too. You confusingly follow.

Hyunjin grins brightly as he rummages through his school bag before shoving an extra copy of the script in your direction. Before you get the chance to ask, he’s already nagging at you — “You have to help me rehearse now. No take backs.”

You turn to shake your head, but fuck, it’s so hard to say no to Hyunjin when he’s standing so impossibly close you get an HD view of the stars in his irises and the crinkles at the corner of his eyes and the way his eyelashes flutter when he blinks. Why did he have to look at you like that? How come you’ve forgotten how to say ‘no’?

“Please? Because you believe in me, and being alongside you makes me believe that I can do it too. And because I’m your best friend who’s doubting himself?”

“Fuck you.”

He knows it’s a joke when you begrudgingly grab the script he’s offering you, flipping through the pages to mirror the one he’s on.

“You better treat me to so much food after this. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night.”

“You’re my person, did you know?” A smile pulls at his eyes, pulling you in for an embrace and staying there for a moment. “I know, and you’re mine too. Now shut up so we can get this over with, and you can buy me my food.”

It was only supposed to be a quick run-through of the script, at least you thought it would. And yet two hours later, you’re still standing with him, going through every single detail and aiding him in which emotions would perfectly fit with the dialogue.

Hyunjin’s a perfectionist.

He’s analyzing every body movement, ever line, every intonation in his voice. His overenthusiastic energy and burning passion for his craft masks the concave of your undereye and is enough for you to keep going.

It’s not everyday Hyunjin feels this much inspiration, and you were determined to be there with him through it. You know how hard it is for inspiration and motivation to spark. It’s there, and then it’s not.

But in the moment, inspiration is burning bright and you don’t want it to go away. He doesn’t deserve to feel terrified.

Besides, the part you’re playing and the lines you’re being ordered to say gives you the perfect excuse to look at him a little longer than friends do. It allows you the experience of what it must be like to be in a requited love with the boy. For once, you’re not scared to look at him like you always do when he’s looking away.

You just have to make sure your actual emotions don’t bleed through the character you’re pretending to be.

Hyunjin brings a hand up to his face, dragging his palm down his cheek as he gets deep in thought again — a phenomenon that has been so rampant for the past few hours you’ve been working on the script together. It usually happens in between scenes, when he’s thinking about something. Like how to improve, what to do to make it better, how to connect with the audience.

Fuck, even the sight of his frustration has you thinking, he’s art embodied into a young boy.

“We should do the last part. I think that’s what we’re missing, why the scene feels so… lacking.”

You don’t even have to look at the script to know what he was talking about. It was a stupid idea, and you knew it. It was the one specific part the two of you awkwardly glossed over and skipped while running through the scenes. The thought makes your heartbeat quicken.

All you can do is nod at him. Your voice feels too betraying to attempt to even say anything. You can’t bring yourself to refuse when he’s standing so close to you and he’s licking his lips at the thought of kissing you under the pretense of practicing. It’s not like you haven’t thought about kissing the boy before.

Maybe a kiss would finally help you move on?

(That’s complete bullshit, and you know it.)

“Okay, let’s do this.” He’s smiling a little too happy compared to the smile you’re used to, tossing both of your scripts aside and urging you to get into character.

You fail to hear his heartbeat drumming through his chest and the warmth creeping up from his neck to the tip of his ears and the way he has to bite down at his lips to stop himself from smiling too much.

The scene runs so smoothly between the two of you — the chemistry so clear and undeniable as you spoke each line. When the dreaded “last part” neared, you were sure he would back down last minute due to the awkwardness it might elicit from the two of you.

And yet, he continues, stepping closer.

One step. Then another. He’s grabbing your arm gently to pull you into his chest. A line is spoken, and then another step. His hand finds home in your face rather quickly. The last line. And just like that, he kisses you.

And although the scene called for a short, sweet kiss — his goes on for a while. His lips meet yours in a slow burn of longing, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding through your ears as you kiss him back. His lips are chapped but soft, and the way his hand caresses your cheek takes precedent in your mind.

There’s a sound creeping up from his throat but he forces it down, his other hand finding home on your face so that he’s holding the sides of your head.

A thrill runs down your spine.

“And cut.”

He whispers, looking down at you with the most boyish smile playing on his lips, end of his ears overwhelmingly red as he blinks at you with his glittering eyes and long lashes.

You clear your throat, chuckling nervously at your best friend. You don’t think you can think of proper words especially when you’re still basking in the way his lips felt against yours, so you refrain from talking about it. There hasn’t been a time when your words have ever helped you around the boy, so why should they now?

You know yourself too well to understand this is the perfect moment for you to self-sabotage. You know that if he stares at you for one second longer, you’ll trash the pretty lines written in the script and confess how you’ve loved Hwang Hyunjin for years now, and you don’t think you’ll ever stop loving him.

“Alright, now that that’s done, let’s get the food I was promised?” You smile nervously, breaking eye contact and patting his arm to motion for him to pack up so you can get your snacks.

Although, that’s really the last thing on your mind right now. You’re still stuck on the feeling of his lips pressed against yours and how gentle he held your face and the way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss and the stupid way he looked at you when he pulled away.

“I don’t know… I think we should go through it a couple more times. Practice makes perfect, you were the one who said that, right?”

That night, you kissed each other a total of eight times — all in the excuse of perfecting the scene and establishing the chemistry and relationship of the characters you were ‘playing’. It doesn’t matter that both of your feelings are bleeding through, and each kiss always lasts a little longer after the other, right?

You make plans to come by his house the same time the next day and repeat.

Afterall, practice does make perfect.

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apotatomashedbybts · 2 years

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Kissing In The Moonlight

➛Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × f!reader

➛Genre: angst; smut; fluff

➛Trope/au: Friends to potential lovers; one night stand

➛Word Count: 5.1k+

➛Trigger warnings:

➥general warning: alcohol consumption, anxiety, longing, mentions of drinking as a coping mechanism, lots of tears, yn is obsessed with JK, Jungkook is a tease

➥smut warning: semi-drunk consensual sex, lots of kissing, hickey, breast play, clit rubbing, fingering, oral (f!receiving), penetration, big dick!JK, missionary position, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (remember, with great power comes great responsibility), creampie, aftercare

➛Rating: 18+

➛Banner: made by apotatomashedbybts

➛Cross post: ao3 | Wattpad

➛Beta-reader: the absolute sweetheart Nixie @highly-functioning-mitochondria 💜💜💜

➛Disclaimer: This story was originally posted 3 years ago on July 17. This is a revamped version of the existing one.

➛Tagging: the person without whom this fic wouldn't exist in the first place, my absolutely wonderful sis Jinny @euphorianyx , and my awesome friends who cheered me on and supported me while I doubted myself - Freya @sugarwithtea , Jiya @btsstan12 and Sana @sweetieguk

And a part of my heart, my precious Hani @kuuipobangtan ! Welcome back! (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

➛Author's note: This was my first ever smut that I wrote all those years ago. I wasn't quite satisfied with it but I didn't have that much skills either. But I hope this time I sucked less and did it some justice! I hope you enjoy this little piece on Koo's birthday (Happy Birthday, baby).

Please leave likes, reblogs (it helps a lot with the fic reaching more people) and give me feedback (this motivates me to write a lot and makes me a happy potato)

Summary: He was everything you ever wanted. He was everything you lost. But as luck would have it you meet again and all you have is one night with him... or may be forever.

The booming rhythmic sound of the party music echoing throughout this specially rented part of the club wasn't helping at all. To top it off, it was your favourite song that was playing at the moment which had always managed to make your feet make love to the floor.

But today wasn't one of those days; tonight your feet refused to move even an inch. You were too anxious to even breath.

When you got the invitation to this extravagant bachelorette party that your not-so-friendly friend threw, you were only a second away from turning it down. You were never close enough to her to get invited to her parties. It was pretty obvious that she did this to rub the fact on your face that you were going to die single, alone and pining. So to decline it was your best option until it wasn't. Life had always liked to throw lemons at you and you had always been successful in catching and tasting them - yes, life was sour.

Your best friend, Alyssa, was going to move to Bolivia permanently after the results of the final year were out. And hence, she wanted to enjoy the remaining of her days in Seoul as much as she could. So she begged you repeatedly until you gave in and agreed to attend.

But as soon as you arrived, she abandoned you gladly with a not-so-apologetic smile and an indicative smirk when a seemingly handsome guy approached her.

Now, left alone in the midst of strangers, you slowly fiddled with the half full glass of margarita in your hand while waiting for Lys to return. With small sighs you took even smaller sips and looked over at the group of friends doing a shots challenge. You wanted to take shots too but restrained yourself because you wanted to avoid getting drunk so that you could leave as soon as Lys returned and reach home safely.

You saw Lys emerge from the crowd just after half an hour, making her way towards you. You let out a relieved sigh and taunted, "Seems like his magic wore out quickly."

"Shush! That smile will be gone once I tell you what I just saw!" Her tensed demeanor caught your eyes now so you threw her a concerned and curious look to which she immediately replied, "Jungkook is here!"

Your steps faltered but before you could grab Lys and decide what to do that guy from before came and started dragging Lys away. You didn't want to hold her back because of your shortcomings so when she looked at you with concern you somehow mumbled, "I'll be okay. Don't worry. I'll just be outside somewhere. Call me when you are done."

Lys knew you. She knew you were lying about being okay. So she hastily told you, "I'll be back in five minutes, alright? Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back and we'll go home together."

After Lys was gone you turned around and finished the glass in one gulp. Lys was right. You weren't okay. Hearing the name after so long made your body go weak and a wrecking anxiousness took over you. You didn't know where to look at as your heart began thumping at a mad speed. You kept your palms on your eyes and were surprised to feel the wetness on them. "Why am I crying? I need to calm down and get the fuck out of here before I come across him."

As you kept your head down in a futile attempt to calm yourself, all the memories started to swarm in along with the name.

Jeon Jungkook... The name itself sent shivers down your spine. How many years had it been? Exactly three years six months and twelve days. Weird, wasn't it? How you kept track of time even though you wanted to forget it all. How you remembered all about the boy who instantly became the high school sweetheart as soon as he set his foot there, how you instantly fell for him too, how he became your biggest crush, your hidden desire, your guilty pleasure; unforgettable memories that you had always desperately tried to forget.

Because it was him, his eyes, his smile, his everything that had stopped you from moving on. Those starry eyes and broad smile that had kept you wide awake for countless nights during that time still haunted you.

You knew that he was never going to be yours. You always saw him as a person who was way out of your league. So what if he used to smile often at you, so what if he had once said you looked beautiful in that prom dress.

So what... if you shared a dance with him at that prom for the longest yet shortest minute before switching partners - those were just his kindness, that only made the hole inside your heart deeper. And him? Out of your reach. So out of your reach that even after his lingering eyes on you during the dance tormented you, and you could still feel the warmth of his body after he left, you couldn't ask him for another dance that night.

Confessing to him was like a far fetched dream - you feared of things getting awkward between you two. No matter how much you were obsessed with him, you couldn't read him. You were afraid of losing the only privilege that you got from him - his smile. So you had decided to keep it shut along with your feelings.

And you were fine with what you had until he abruptly transferred in the middle of the third year of high school.

The disappearance had left you with a scar that made you hollow from inside. The unbearable crush that he left within you for him ate you slowly and you had regretted loving him the way you did every second ever since.

The tireless attempts to erase the ocean of feelings that you had hold for him for the past three years had just went in vain. The blind dates that never worked out, the one too many one night stands just made you more miserable as your soul wanted only him.

You often wondered if you could read him even a little bit, would you have been able to make the slightest place for yourself in his heart.

You sighed, "Jungkook is here... My Jungkook.." You shook your head as the last part slipped in your thoughts.

"I can't do this. I can't let myself meet him tonight, in no way. I can't fall in love once again.. I can't...!" You tried to calm yourself down while wiping away the droplets formed at the corner of your eyes and impatiently waited for Lys to return.

With a small scoff you asked your inner self, "Fall in love once again? What are you talking about? Have you ever even fallen out of love?" No, of course not.

"Y/n?"

You were blankly staring at your empty glass when a very familiar voice called you. You snapped out of your thoughts and cursed under your breath, "Fuck! This can't be happening.."

You were chewing over how you should react while fighting your terribly thumping heart when the voice called out again, "Hey! I know you are Y/n! I'll be so hurt if you say that you don't remember me! I am Jungkook! Remember?"

You took an eternity to turn around and smiled at him in a constipated way. Your mind was a blur because you wanted it to be and thought that it was dream - a cruel yet beautiful dream. He was smiling at you, the same smile that was engraved in your memory so deeply and you were screwed, that wasn't a surprise anymore, but yes, your emotions were fucked up once again.

"Hey! Long time Jungkook! How have you been?" You digged out the words from your mouth and signalled the bartender for a shot as you felt your throat go dry.

"One for the gentleman too, please!" You said before pouring down the shot down your throat at once.

"Woah woah woah! Slow down y/n. You will burn your throat!" Jungkook looked at you alarmed.

You slightly shook your head in denial and murmured, "It's to calm me down."

Jungkook didn't know what to reply to that so he gulped down the shot offered to him and went quite. A few minutes passed, and a couple other shots were imbibed and none of you spoke a word; the only interaction being the awkward smiles you displayed at each other occasionally.

The silence seemed to make Jungkook a little uncomfortable and he said, trying to sound as much as casual as he could, "It's suffocating in here, isn't it? Wanna go outside for some fresh air?"

You instantly agreed and smiled at him, more naturally this time.

The cool breeze outside swam around you two and you felt your nerves untangle from its previous knotted state little by little.

The road was deserted and the light of the full moon shone over the surrounding area around you two making it surrealistic. You could hear the clear fast rhythm that your heart was playing.

May be it was the alcohol running in your system or the overwhelming emotions that took over you after having him so near you after so long that you couldn't help but stare at him. Somehow he managed to look more beautiful than you remembered.

The liquid perhaps made him feel warmer from inside as it did to you and he took off his jacket and wrapped the hands of it around his neck. You continued to look at him, rather shamelessly, and even when he looked at you questioningly and locked the stare, you didn't flinch for once.

His face was adorned with piercings that suited him perfectly even though you had never imagined him in one. His right arm was covered in colored tattoos which started on his fingers and disappeared somewhere inside his t-shirt sleeves. This Jungkook, in some way, poured new feelings on your existing ones. You thought he was hot. So hot that made your core burn. So hot that made you a little bit braver and you held his hand - a perfect fit. And you pulled him in for a kiss.

The alley by the road was dark and damp but that didn't stop you from running hands on all over each others body and kissing greedily. After a few minutes, Jungkook gasped for breath and whispered breathlessly, "Wanna get somewhere more comfortable?"

Closing the door of the motel room Jungkook turned you around and pinned you against the door frame. Your lips met again and you drowned yourself in his taste. His initial taste of the tequila gradually wore away leaving a natural sweetness.

You moved your hands hastily and took off his shirt and paused before slowly moving your fingers over the smooth skin of his firm chest, eyes arrested on the same.

With a sweet smirk he held your hand and turned you around so that your back was facing him. You let out a gasp as he pressed himself against you and you could feel his hard-on just above your waist line.

He let out a low whisper against your ear, "Can't wait to touch me, huh?" and unzipped your black cocktail dress, letting it slip off of your body.

You faced him and asked while looking into his eyes and grazing your lips on his, "Can you?," before putting your hands around his neck and shoving your tongue inside his mouth, not letting him reply.

He grabbed onto your thighs and picked you up with no effort and as you wrapped your legs around his torso he kissed you until you both reached the bed by the big window and laid you down gently on it.

The dimmed red lights of the room and the moonlight seeping in through the window created an almost fantastical residence of colours - an illusory heaven.

Both of you stopped for a moment; Jungkook's body hovered over you as he took his time to take in the beauty in front of him, that is you. The moonlight made his features accentuate in a different way which made him unfathomable and bewitching and you heavily doubted whether it was a dream or reality.

He softly placed his right palm on your chest, right above your heart and looked into your eyes, pausing for merely a couple seconds as if feeling your racing beats. You watched him and did the same. His touch suddenly felt so real, he felt so real that a lump formed in your throat. He was no longer a figment of your imagination or longing. He was here.

His fingers traced lightly over the outline of your strapless bra and stopped over the front lace strings. He undid it without any struggle and tossed it on the floor. His cold rough hands felt so real against your breast skins as he cupped them that you got goosebumps all over and tears trickled down your eyes loosening the lump in your throat.

He panicked. His eyes showed concern. And he asked, "Am I hurting you? We can stop here if you want to."

You could see the concern that you wanted to see in his eyes for you all those years ago. And tonight those concerned eyes are all for you. You felt your heart swell and you smiled while pulling him in for a passionate kiss, "You are not."

When he broke the kiss both of you were breathless and your lips were swollen. You let out a pouty whine when his lips broke contact to which he chuckled and with a quick smooch on your needy lips he took off the lip ring. Keeping it on the bedside table he started leaving a trail of kisses along your jawline and neck.

Pushing away your unruly hair to a side he began sucking on a particular spot on your neck and you immersed into that faint pain. You were quite sure that it was going to leave pretty deep mark and you wanted it more as the picture of it played in your mind.

He moved slowly downwards, pressing soft kisses on the skin of your collarbone, on the skin below it, on your soft breast; he stopped just before the right areola and looked above at you. Your nipples itched for attention. Finding the frown on your forehead that he was looking for he smirked and his tongue circled around your areola. He sucked on your right nipple, occasionally swirling his tongue around it and then going back to sucking on it, all while kneading your left boob and taking your left nipple between his index finger and thumb and rolling them, pinching them, tugging them softly. Your body shivered at the pulls and you couldn't help but shove your breast more towards his mouth.

Not wanting to leave your left breast unattended, he switched and placed chaste kisses on it before taking the nipple inside his pretty mouth. He was so engrossed in your boobs that he didn't realise when he had started to grind his cock to your clothed pussy.

You let out soft whimpers while grinding back to his hard cock, wanting the maximum friction to satisfy your throbbing core.

Your whimpers got his attention and he slowed his movements to tease you. You wanted to complain and but you didn't want to at the same time. You loved the anticipation as well the attention you were getting.

Jungkook's hands loosely tugged at the seam of your matching panty and he began to pull it to get you completely naked. While doing so he pressed his pointed tongue inside your belly button. It felt like something pressed your nerve endings and your clit ached. You pressed your thighs together to get some contentment.

Throwing the panty on the floor he grabbed your thighs and spread them apart. The cold dry air hitting your exposed opening made you quiver.

His hands loosely caressed your thighs before moving towards your inner thighs and his saliva drew a slick line from your groin ending just above your clit.

He touched your dripping core with his long cold fingers and spread the wetness to your clit. The touch sent shivers down your spine and he chuckled, "So wet for me, just how I like it."

He looked at you and you bit your lips looking at him bashfully. You have imagined yourself like this countless times - naked, Jungkook's eyes resting greedily on your bare body. But now that it was happening for real, you couldn't stop the heat burning up your face.

Seeing you like that his chuckle vanished and eyes grew something dark in them. He moved towards you and smashed his lips with yours.

One of your hand grabbed onto the back of his hair and one held onto his shoulder. He started rubbing small circles on your clitoris which gained speed and pressure with each passing second. You clutched on him as small yet strong waves of pleasure hit you. Your mind felt foggy because of his tongue working it's way inside your mouth and his fingers on your pearl.

You weren't ready for the sudden insertion of his long fingers inside you. He entered two digits inside your folds and pumped in and out at a regular and fast pace.

The heat in your core was torturing. Wanting more friction you started grinding against his fingers; you needed them to go deeper, to fill you up.

Sensing your need he fastened his fingering and you rubbed your clit to give yourself the maximum pleasure.

You failed to hold it in anymore. Your gut tightened and you spilled all over his hand as your body shook in brief tremors.

"The night is still young, love." He gave you a smirk and licked your juice off of his hand while staring deep into your eyes before diving in between your thighs. As you laid down there, blissed out, a weak smile was all you could muster.

The warmth of his tongue against your swollen clit felt like a balm. He circled around your clit with his tongue long and slow. You felt a build up inside you. He moved his tongue and lapped at your dripping slit.

You arched your back at the warmth of his tongue as he slid it in and out of your vagina. You clutched his hair lightly in one hand and the bedsheet in the other.

The building pleasure was so intense that you felt like your nerves were on fire. You were desperate for having him and feeling him inside you so you breathed out staggeringly, "Jungkook, please.."

He moved his head upwards and asked cheekily, "Please what, love?"

"Please Jungkook, I need you inside me!" You pleaded in a raspy voice.

"Fuck! If you say it like that I might have to keep you all to myself." He inhaled sharply and let out a slow sigh.

"Who said I'm not yours already?" You tilted your head and sat up to cup his cheek. You looked into his eyes while caressing his cheek with your thumb gently. Oh, how you wished this wasn't the first time of you doing this. Oh, how you wished this wasn't the last time.

For a moment, time seemed to stop between you two as you sat so close to each other lost in each other's presence that you forgot why you two were there. Or may be it was because you both remembered why you were there that you paused in each other's embrace like this. And for the first time in that night, you caught a glint in his eyes that you have never seen before.

Involuntarily your thumb moved towards that small drop dancing at the tip of the corner of his eye but instead of letting you do so Jungkook leaned his face onto your palm and kissed it.

He leaned towards you and snaking his right hand behind your head, inside your hair, he laid you down and kissed you. You shifted under his weight and holding onto his back softly you kissed him back. He tasted unusually different this time and you assumed that it was how you tasted that night.

Breaking from the kiss he swiftly took off his ripped denim pants and went to kiss you again. While still kissing you he adjusted himself against your opening. He looked at you and you understood what he meant and you gave him a mild nod.

He slowly pushed his hard cock inside you, giving you time to adjust to his cock. It didn't matter how considerately slow he entered as you gasped nonetheless. Your mouth stayed agape at how big his cock was and how it was stretching you out.

When he filled you in completely he dropped a kiss on your forehead and started moving slowly. Slowly and steadily he increased his pace. Low grunts left his mouth - his self taken over by the warmth of you that he was feeling his cock engulfed by.

As his thrusts increased, Jungkook's name fell from your lips like prayer – a prayer in every sense of all your sleepless nights yearning for him, a prayer for every dream you saw him in, a prayer that was being answered for one night.

Your breath staggered as he probed deep into you, hitting the very spot you wanted him to.

He held your hands above your head with his right hand and gripped your thigh with his left hand, trying to keep you steady. His hips moved fast and your moans drove him crazy. He loved it how you were a mess and writhing under him in pleasure.

With hazy vision you took him in and tried to memorise the expression that he was making. Your name in soft growls left his parted lips and his frown looked so nubile as he pounded you and sweat droplets wetted his dishevelled bangs. You wondered would you be able to keep him from haunting you after this?

Your honey-laced moans and the sound of your moonlit bodies colliding echoed through the walls of the room as the moon moved down gradually. You lost track of the number of times you had came on his cock already.

"I'm gonna cum, y/n," He hissed letting out a shaky breath and moved to pull out his cock.

You shook your head mildly and whispered near his ear after wrapping your legs around his waist tightly to pull him closer, refusing to let go, "I want you to cum inside me."

"B-but," for the first time that night Jungkook seemed unsure of something.

You smiled at him faintly and reassured him, "It's okay. I am on the pill."

He looked deep into your eyes as if trying to find the last drop of assurance. He gave you a soft smile, just like the ones he used to give you at the school hallways while passing by and your heart clenched in a very familiar pain.

You didn't want to see that smile now so you pulled him in for a kiss and Jungkook gladly obliged.

Pulling out his cock he pushed it in in one go and you let out a low gasp in his kiss gaining a small chuckle from him.

Jungkook's body tensed and he thrusted into you in frantic motions as he felt your walls clenching around his cock. You felt small shockwaves running through your body as your back arched and your eyes rolled back. He inhaled sharply and with a final thrust he let go of himself and came, emptying himself inside you.

Placing a sloppy kiss on your lips Jungkook hugged you, while laying on top of you. His heaving body became one with yours as you rested one of your hands on his back and stroked the back of his hair with another, gently, while relishing yourself in the warmth that you were feeling inside yourself.

A minute or two passed just like that. You let out discontent moan when Jungkook moved to get up. Seeing you like that he kissed your cheek with smile and said, "I'll back in a second."

Well, he took a minute. But he was back, with a wet towel and a mug full of water. You smiled confusedly and raised an eyebrow at him while supporting yourself up on your elbows.

Without saying anything he just gave you a light shrug and sat near your legs. With gentle hands he started wiping your vagina and inner thighs, making them void of his semen.

The coldness of the damp towel felt comforting. You closed your eyes as you felt restfulness washing over you.

•••

The sunlight pouring through the window made you wince and you rolled over to the shadowed area of the bed. Rubbing your eyes you sat up and scratched your messy hair, still sleepy.

Your sleepy brain played the last thing that happened last night inside your head and it was Jungkook spooning you while you two fell into a comfortable sleep.

Suddenly you were wide awake and every moment flashed before your eyes chronologically. You gasped keeping your hand over your mouth and asked yourself, "It really happened, didn't it? It wasn't a dream!"

Your fingers lingered lightly on your lips and neck and you smiled shyly remembering his touch. His smile, his eyes, his moonlight sipped body appeared in your mind. You instinctively looked over at your side and that's when you realised that he wasn't there.

You called by his name several times but there was no reply. The worst possible thoughts began clouding your mind. You covered your face with your palms and droplets of tears started to fall from your eyes relentlessly. A piercing pain went back and forth in your heart which got more painful with each drop of tear that fell.

You looked out at the window while desperately trying to stop yourself from crying while hitting your chest with your fist. You scoffed, "He called me 'love'... How foolish of me to think that he even meant it once!"

All of it, all the memories from last night felt like a dream again, a sweet yet brutal dream to you. You thought, "I got too ahead of myself and let him get into my life again... How could I let myself fall for it!? Of course he wouldn't stay! Why would he? I am just another one night stand for him. He would never look at me like I want him to," you tried to laugh it off but it only made you tear up more.

Wiping the tears you stood up from the bed to get ready to return to your apartment but you flinched a little when you felt a pain between your thighs and you realised that you were still sore.

You scoffed again and murmured, "You never fail to make a lasting impression, do you Jeon Jungkook?"

You were struggling with the back-zip while wearing your dress when the sudden clicking of the door made your head snap towards it and you gasped quite loudly when you saw Jungkook entering through it.

"I'll be damned." You mumbled under your breath and blurted out, "You?"

Jungkook looked pretty confused as he answered while closing the door behind him, "Yes, me.. Were you expecting someone else?"

From his expression you could tell that you blurted out in wrong way, so you quickly fixed it, "No, no.. I mean where did you go? I- I thought..." you stopped midway as the thought of it made your tears well up.

He swiftly moved towards you and held your hands in his and said, "What? You thought I left, didn't you?"

You nodded your head ever so lightly while looking down and choked back on your tears.

He turned you around and slowly zipped your dress. You looked up and he looked into your eyes through the mirror you were standing in front of and apologised, "I am sorry.. you looked so peaceful while sleeping that I didn't want to wake you up. I went to buy breakfast because I know you will have trouble moving after what I did last night." He chuckled with a naughtiness prevalent in his eyes.

You couldn't help but break into a smile as your cheeks heat up. Jungkook noticed you trying to control your bashful grin but before he could tease you any further you hit his arm and said, "I am starving!"

While making space on the table he said, "I brought some hangover pills by the way. I couldn't find any hangover soup places nearby."

"It's okay. Those one or two shots don't really matter when you are habituated with more." You blinked a few times in a row.

"Are you?" He asked.

"A little bit, I guess..." You replied and tried to blink away the tears that emerged from the memories of those nights when you drank yourself to sleep in your tiny apartment when his memories got too much to bear.

You asked in a shaky voice that you couldn't hide, "And you?"

"Same for me." He gave you a quick smile and sat on the chair opposite to you across the small table.

He looked at you fondly as you unpacked the food. Feeling his gaze on you, you looked at him questioningly.

"Let me take you to dinner tonight.. only two of us!" He exclaimed holding the gaze.

Your mind felt light. It was too much of a story-like situation and it didn't feel like a real life to you at all – you going to that party you weren't willing to go, Jungkook suddenly being there after disappearing for three whole years, him approaching you, him staying after giving you the dreamiest night of your life and now this!

You gulped at the possibility and asked, "A date?"

He nodded, "Yes, a date!"

The inner you froze. You wanted to pinch yourself to give yourself a sense of reality but you didn't want to seem too smitten.

Jungkook was still staring at you for an answer. Seeing you pondering over the answer, he hesitantly asked, "What do you say?"

And for the first time in your life you felt like you could read him through his earnest eyes.

Leaving him hanging after that would be a crime. So you broke out from your stupor and smiled at him, keeping up with his starry gaze, "There is no way in hell I can say no to that."

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↣ Summary: With a new section of your college art class coming up, you were worried that you wouldn’t get the painting the right way you wanted. At least not the right way the model would want it. Hyunjin was there to tell you an artist only paints what they see even if others do not.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader

↣ Genre: smut (m)

↣ AU/Trope info: college!au, artist!au,

↣ Word Count: 1.5k

↣ Warnings: lots of teasing, unprotected sex (we don’t do that here),

↣ A/N: Artist!Hunjin and the aspect of a nude painting. Yes please. Also I feel I write my smut too emotional.

THE HIEROPHANT

Spiritual Wisdom, Religious Beliefs, Conformity, Tradition, Institutions

Just like everyone else, you have your own personal beliefs and with this card it tells you that you need to understand them before all else. Go in depth into what you want to know or what you already know. There is a lot of knowledge out there waiting to be discovered.

You can work alone or work with a mentor who can help you to understand these beliefs. If not you yourself can be taking on the role of mentor for liked minded people.

A lot of this card is about your inner thoughts and what you truly think about the world. You should always stick to what you believe even if others are pushing for different things.

V THE HIEROPHANT

“For our next section, we will be going over nude art.” Your teacher began as the entire class was picking up their supplies. “You all have signed a waiver at the beginning of the course explaining it, so those of you who will not be doing it shall go to another course for the time being.”

You dropped your shoulders as you began to sag. You continued on packing, trying to come up with the best solution to the problem you were facing. You were having doubts about what to do with this new section. While you had signed the waiver that you would be participating in this section of the course, you were doubting your artistic abilities.

“You alright?” Your friend Hyunjin asked you.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You turned to him. “I just don't know how to work with nude drawings.”

“Have you not seen someone nude?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh god, no.” You laughed. “I just don't feel confident enough in drawing certain assets.” You swung your backpack over your shoulder, waiting for him to lead you out of the room.

“I can help you. If you would like.” He gave you a kind smile.

“You don't have to, Jinnie.” You told him softly.

“It's okay.” He told you one last time. “We can practice with each other?”

Your eyebrows raised and a blush began to settle on your cheeks. “Sure.”

You were getting your sketch pad ready as Hyunjin did the same on the floor of your living room. You had explained to him that it would be best to just do it in an open space in order to catch everything about the natural body.

While getting ready Hyunjin asked you why you were scared of drawing people nude. “It's not that I can't draw them, it's just that—I want to be able to capture the perfect image of someone's body.” You explained to him.

“How so?” He questioned, turning to face you.

“Everyone is so unique and pretty in their own way.” You sighed. “I know it's just for a grade but it intimidates me to not get someone perfectly.”

“You see people the way you see them.” Hyunjin placed his sketch pad down, getting up before helping you come to a stand. “What someone might see as imperfect you will see as beautiful.” He told you.

“You can paint someone any which way and to the person you have painted it won't look like them. Allow me to paint you.” He asked.

“Hyunjin—” You tried to cover the blush that ran through your body.

“Please?” He whispered, coming closer to you. “Just so you can see how I see you.”

The warmth spread through your being as he stared down at you with an intense look.

“Okay.” You whispered to him.

He gave you a reassuring smile, taking your hand to calm you down. As he turned you around, your breathing was turning shallow as anticipation creeped into your skin. His hands skimmed down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers teasing your skin as he slowly began to bring it up and over your head.

He continued on his movements, snapping the clasp of your bra off and allowing it to fall from your body. You gasped quietly, quickly moving to cover up. He didn’t make you take your arms away, instead he only pulled you closer to his chest, his breath hitting the shell of your ear.

“I’m not going to do something you don’t want.” He told you. “If you want me to stop I will respect your wishes.”

You took a few breaths in before shaking your head. “No.” You whispered out.

You felt him nod slowly over your shoulder before he continued. He went for your pants next, pinkie dipping into the waistband before the rest of his fingers followed. The fell over your hips, pulling further down as his hands skimmed over your thighs. You could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from how slow he had been going making sure you felt everything he was doing.

Once everything was completely off of you, you waited for him to tell you what to do next. “You can lay down now.” He whispered to you. “I’ll show you what you look like to me.”

And so you laid down on the couch, you knee bent to cover up your core while your nipples were stiffed to peaks. As you dropped your head back and faced the ceiling, you flinched when hyunjin came back to you.

“I’m going to move you.” He told you.

You gave him a nod, allowing him to touch you. He made you drop your arm off the couch and crossed your ankles. His fingers skimmed over the inside of your thigh, his breath hitching. If you had thought you were the only one being teased, it seemed he was struggling as well.

With his other hand, he moved it under your back, making you arch up from his touch. His breath fanned over your chest, making your breath hitch. Hyunjin closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recollect himself.

“I’ll try to be as quick as possible.” He whispered, his tone breathy.

You tried to keep your back arched as much as you could, but sometimes you would fall back down. However Hyunjin didn’t try to argue with you about it, he knew you would return to the original position eventually.

He was having trouble as well though. It seemed to prove much more difficult each time you would wither on the couch as your nerves were on fire from his eyes. There was a point where Hyunjin had to tell himself to finish first and then he could do what he wanted. And as he erased the last bits your body that would make it perfect, he slammed the sektch book down and quickly stood up.

“Hyunjin-” You were cut off as the man attached his lips to yours hungrily.

His cold hands found themselves pushing into your ribs, his thumb brushing against your nipple as the other held him up by the arm of the couch. When he was pulling back, you were quick to follow, raising up. He didn’t let you get far though as he quickly placed one leg over your waist and pushed you back down.

“You have no idea how it is I see you.” He whispered against your lips. “But maybe this can help you.”

He took your hand and quickly placed it on his bulge. You swallowed as your mouth became dry, tongue licking at your lips.

“Hyunjin.” You whispered.

“What do you want?’ He asked you.

“I want you.” You answered breathlessly.

“You have me.”

He quickly unzipped his pants, shoving them down to allow his cock free. He huffed out from the pressure that left him, feeling better. He placed your knees under his arms, leaning forward as his length fell between your lips. You gasped out at the heat, feeling the stretch from the position.

He took off his shirt quickly, placing a hand on his length as he lined himself up. He dragged it along your slit for a few moments, allowing himself to close his eyes at the wetness between your legs.

And when you began to whine, he shoved himself forward. You cried out, placing your hands on his shoulders to hold onto something. He groaned deeply at how you clenched around him for a moment. His pants were close to your ear as he leaned forward and put you into a mating press. His knee was digging into the couch while his other leg was planted on the floor.

“Just look at me, baby.” He breathed against your lips.

Your eyes opened halfway taking in the sight of the sweat that was beginning to form on his forehead. When his hips began to move forward all you could think about were his movements and his name.

“Hyunjin.” You cried out, throat going dry.

“I know, baby.” He huffed out. “I know.”

Your high was approaching quickly as his hips were suddenly angled upwards, hitting that sweet spot within you. You began to cry out this time, grunting from the pressure. Hyunjin groaned out and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you clenched tightly around him.

He began to huff and leaned away from your body as you orgasm fell from you and his cock began to tighten up. He was quick to pull out, mouth hung wide open as he let go of himself onto your stomach fingers moving to keep you stuffed as you rode out your own orgasm.

With the way you looked all fucked out and with his seed painted on you, Hyunjin suddenly felt a bout of energy. He reached over to grab his sketchbook, causing you to look at him confused as you were still withering a bit.

“You look even better with me all over you.”

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yangbbokari · 4 months

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guys guys guys guys

hanahaki disease trope - a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

thoughts on me writing that

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hyunverse · 1 year

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stray kids masterlist!

feel free to leave a feedback ^_^

꒰ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ 4k music fic fest event

☆ 5k cupid's corner event

꒰ 𝐎𝐓𝟖 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ boyfriend activities

↪ fluff, headcanons.

☆ skz as townspeople

↪ fluff, crack, headcanons. stray kids as people in a small town.

☆ folkmore: an ot8 series

↪ a mixture of all genres and tropes. full fics. a collection of fics inspired by taylor swift's folklore and evermore albums.

☆ war of hearts (until kingdom come)

↪ an ot8 royalty au collaboration. in which stray kids members are different roles in a royalty universe.

☆ college boyfriend! (hyung line)

↪ fluff, headcanons. stray kids' hyung line as your college boyfriend.

☆ random boyfriend texts

↪ text fic, humor, fluff.

☆ random groupchat texts

↪ text fic, humor. inspired by texts from my friend group.

☆ texts you receive while sleeping

↪ text fic, humor.

☆ brother!skz texts (hyung line)

↪ brother!skz & gn!reader. text fic, humor.

texts you'd receive if stray kids members were your brother.

☆ brother!skz texts (maknae line)

↪ brother!skz & gn!reader. text fic, humor.

texts you'd receive if stray kids members were your brother.

☆ sending you a picture (texts)

↪ ot8 skz x gn!reader. text fic, humor.

reacting to them sending you a picture.

꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ hurt comfort with bang chan

☆ single parents club

↪ single dad chan x single mum reader. strangers to lovers. first meet trope. fluff. in which you receive help from a helpful single dad while shopping with your kid.

꒰ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ mornings like this

↪ very soft boyfriend minho. fluff, drabble. how mornings with minho feel like.

☆ antics

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. a look into how minho feels about you. spoiler alert, he's stupidly fond of you and your silly habits.

☆ ways he shows you he loves you

↪lee know x gn!reader. teeth-rotting fluff. oneshot. (353 words)

a study into the different ways minho shows you he loves you.

꒰ 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ 1:12pm

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. changbin loves gifting you flowers, even in the middle of a work day.

꒰ 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ wherever you are

↪ childhood best friends to lovers. slowburn pining, fluff, angst. suggestive. (12.9k words.)

Hyunjin promised you that he'll be wherever you are. What do you do when your best friend of years — the only person you've ever loved disappears without saying goodbye? Especially when you've spent your entire life with Hyunjin, you didn't know of life without him.

☆ butterfly hairclips

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. joking around with hyunjin, and putting butterfly clips in his hair.

☆ you're the only friends i need

↪ best friend! hyunjin, seungmin, felix. they're not just your roommates — they're your friends for life. in which they assure you that they've always got your back.

☆ morning text

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. fluffy & pouty jinnie. you receive a text from hyunjin — your pouty, and needy husband.

☆ enemies to lovers with hyunjin

↪ bad boy!hyunjin x reader. enemies to lovers. oneshot. being paired with the boy who never shows up to class is hard. things get harder when he falls in love with you — even putting in effort to woo you.

☆ dance with me

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble.

☆ 11:52pm: hyunjin comes home to you

↪ established marriage, fluff, comfort, drabble.

☆ ways hyunjin shows you he loves you

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ combing hyunjin's hair

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble.

☆ godspeed

↪ exes, angst, oneshot. you wish him well after a break up.

☆ first time he tells you he loves you

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ lucky number five

↪ childhood friends to lovers, pining, fluff, oneshot. (3000 words) the five most memorable memories you have with hyunjin.

☆ kisses with hyunjin

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ cocoa chapstick

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble.

☆ when you know, you know

↪ super duper soft hyune. fluff, hurt comfort. oneshot. (800 words) in the darkness of the night, hyunjin asks for your reassurance.

꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ high school sweethearts

↪ frenemies to lovers, high school au, fluff, oneshot. han jisung is insufferable, a polar opposite of you. yet, you still adore him to bits.

☆ skate

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ happy place

↪ established marriage, comfort, drabble. based on a scene from a malaysian film, 'imaginur.' everybody needs a happy place. han jisung's happen to be a person.

꒰ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ wingman

↪ friends to lovers, pining, fluff, oneshot. you confront felix about his failed dates which you've set up. all hell breaks loose . . . or does it?

☆ you're the only friends i need

↪ best friend! hyunjin, seungmin, felix. they're not just your roommates — they're your friends for life. in which they assure you that they've always got your back.

☆ 6:32pm : you come home to felix

↪ domestic life, fluff, drabble. suggestive.

꒰ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ midnight existential crisis

↪ best friend!seungmin, roommates au, college au, hurt comfort, oneshot. a heart to heart talk with seungmin about your existential crisis.

☆ you're the only friends i need

↪ best friend! hyunjin, seungmin, felix. they're not just your roommates — they're your friends for life. in which they assure you that they've always got your back.

☆ enemies to lovers with seungmin

☆ cheer up, buttercup!

↳ hurt comfort, fluff, oneshot. (973 words) seungmin comforts you after an argument.

☆ baseball player boyfriend seungmin

☆ ways seungmin shows you he loves you

꒰ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ mornings like this

↪ established marriage, fluff, oneshot. how mornings with jeongin feel like.

☆ not worthy enough

↪ idol!i.n, hurt comfort, oneshot. (1336 words) your insecurities can get to the best of you sometimes. however, jeongin's always there to comfort you.

#maze 𖦹 #masterlist ⭑

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